Resurrecting Ghosts (MC Romance) (Kings of Chaos Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

off. “Your old lady tell you?”
    “Only that you and Ruthie got into it, and you were going to need your friend Jack and Jim tonight.”
    “Shit, might need to throw in ole Jose too.”
    “Only if you want to meet Earl in the morning.” Shadow raises a brow.
    “At least he might take my mind off my troubles when I wake up,” I say as I make my way up the drive.
    “What the hell happened, brother? After the floral garden and the chocolate factory, I figured she would’ve warmed up.”
    “I think she did. Then she found out she was pregnant.”
    “Oh, damn.”
    “Yeah well, I didn’t take the news the best because she doesn’t know about the family curse that I’m terrified I’ll pass down to the kid.”
    “Did you try to tell her?” Shadow asks as we walk back into the house.
    “All she heard me say was no and flipped her shit, dude. I left because I was afraid she was going to make herself sick or miscarry.”
    “Jesus. Do you want it?”
    “It’s not a matter of want. It’s whether or not having it is the right thing to do. I saw what my father went through, and my mom wasn’t much better. If that’s the kid’s fate, what kind of quality of life would they have?”
    “Hey, they’ve made huge strides in medicine since then,” Shadow says.
    “Yeah, but they’d still struggle. I know that fear. You wait around every year to see if the curse manifests. Every outburst or mood swing during puberty is something to fear. Because it might be a possible onslaught of an episode. It’s hell on Earth, brother.”
    “We can’t help our genes.” He leads me through the house to the patio out back.
    “No, but you can decide if you procreate.”
    “Looks like fate took that choice out of your hands.” Shadow hands me the bottle of Jack.
    I take a long draw. “More proof she’s a fickle bitch,” I say enjoying the burn as it slides down my throat and into my belly.
    “What’s your plan, brother?”
    “I’m going to lay it out for her, see where she wants to go and then make the best of it.”
    “Would you get rid of your child based on a what if?”
    I shrug. “I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to think it through. I was kind of blindsided. I always figured I would just not have kids and avoid the Russian roulette.”
    “You’re rash. I think what happened to your parents fucked with your melon in a major way, man. Your perception is flawed and biased. They were a worst case scenario. There was a lot more than the disease at work. It was two volatile, drug dependent, alcohol dependent people behaving irresponsibly.”
    I grunt. Hearing it laid out in black and white always sticks in my craw.
    “I’m not trying to piss you off. I know it’s hard to talk about, but this is your future. If you continue to let your past intrude on the present, you’re going to be a lonely bitter ass man who doesn’t know his kid.”
    The picture he’s painting is stark and barren as the desert. “I don’t want that.”
    “Then make shit right with Ruthie, and make her your Old Lady. If that’s what you want.”
    “How did you know?”
    “Know what?” he asked pulling out a cigarette.
    “That Blue was it, and you weren’t making a mistake?”
    Shadow tilts his head back and studies the sky as he blows smoke rings. “Just looked at her one day and it all clicked. She wasn’t the little girl I looked out for anymore, and none of the other biker bunnies or King Chasers held any appeal. I got sick of the fucking and sucking fast. I wanted family. I was different in that way. Waiting for her only increased my want. I had Bolton to think of though. It’s why I was slow to act. He was going through hell with Cal, and I didn’t want to add to the confusion. You don’t have that problem.”
    I chug the bottle until the tightness in my chest recedes. “I don’t want to end up like my father. The kid and Ruthie might be better off with me paying child support and acting as a weekend