Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4) by K E Osborn Page B

become like this? When did I become such a sad sack of shit that my wife, my son, my brothers—no everyone around me leaves? Am I that horrible to be around?
    Suddenly, my phone starts to ring startling me from my self-pity party of one. Looking down to my screen, I smile when I see the name ‘Kid’ flash up on it.
    “Steel, everything okay?” I ask wondering why he’s calling and hoping like fuck nothing’s gone wrong.
    “Hey Dad, everythin’ is fine. Just wanted to check in on ya. Sorry, I haven’t rung for a while, things have been a little crazy, but we’re doin’ okay at the moment. Just wanted to know how you were. I know this is the first Christmas I’ve been away from ya, so just wanted to make sure you’re doin’ all right?”
    Smiling, I chuckle slightly. “Checking up on your old man, that’s sweet, you soft sack of shit. I’m fine, things are normal. How’s the red-head, you knock her up yet?”
    He chuckles and the laugh is genuine. “No, not yet. She wants to be hitched before I put my kid in her belly.”
    Opening my eyes wide, I grimace slightly. “And is that on the cards? You getting hitched, I mean?”
    He exhales and pauses. “Yeah, I think so. She’s doin’ so well here, Dad, she’s an amazin’ Old Lady. She’s a lot stronger than I gave her credit for. She’s basically taken on the motherin’ role of everyone here, she’s like Mum was back when…” he trails off, and my chest tightens thinking of Amelia back when she was here and by my side.
    She was a great Old Lady.
    She was perfect at it.
    Everyone respected her, and she kept everyone in line.
    Things changed when the boys died, though, she fell off the wagon I suppose, became depressed, and lost her zest for life—for me. She couldn’t be here anymore. I understood, our boys died here at the hands of a rival biker club, who’ve since been disbanded by the heat. They were hardcore fuckers and Chops got on their wrong side, so they came in guns-a-blazing. Byron and Tyson just got in the way of rogue bullets. I’ll never forget it as long as I live. They were only eight when it happened, so young to die, they didn’t deserve it. She stayed for a while, but when Dylan prospected in, Amelia lost it and packed her things. She left so fast we hardly had time to say goodbye. Dylan was sixteen when she left. That’s 9 years ago, and the pain today is still as fresh now as it was back then.
    “Dad?” His voice chimes down the line bringing me back into the now.
    “Shit, sorry kid, was miles away. Well, I’m happy for you. I know you really love her, and if there’s one thing I can say, it’s hang on to her, don’t let her go.”
    He exhales. “I don’t plan on it… Dad, how’s the situation with Chops?”
    Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I shake my head slightly before it clicks. “Oh, you mean the one where he wants to off your sweetheart?”
    “Please don’t say it like that.”
    Smirking, I chuckle slightly. “Look, Dylan. Honestly, I think you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Chops hasn’t said a word about her in months. He never brings her up, he’s far too occupied with what’s happening here to worry about what’s happening down in the south of Adelaide.”
    He exhales, in what sounds like relief. “So you don’t think he’s coming after her anymore?”
    A half laugh comes out. “Kid, I don’t even think she’s a blip on his radar anymore. We have the Cartel, Papi, and Randy to worry about now, his time is taken up by more important things. Plus, I think he knows now that she has your property patch. She isn’t going to rat on him. If she were going to, she would have by now, and that would mean turning her back on the club. By the sounds of it she’s a part of us, so I don’t think he’s going to chase after her.”
    He exhales. “Okay, good. Wait, who’s Randy? And Papi?”
    “They’re the new lackeys I have onboard to distribute the eccys. Papi is hard to work with.