Shield My Heart (Heaven Hill Book 9) Read Online Free PDF

eyes went down to the patch on his son’s cut. “Why don’t you ask the other family you got? What about that little girl you’ve been fuckin’ since you were a teenager?”
    Rage burned deep, and Dalton felt his blood pressure sky rocket. Tunnel vision was the only thing that allowed him to concentrate on his dad, the only thing that kept him from standing up and pushing his chair to the ground. “Shut the fuck up about her.” He’d done his best to keep Mandy away from this part of his past, this part of his blood. Lance rarely acknowledged she was a part of his son’s life. For him to mention her now, even if he hadn’t called her by name, pissed him off.
    He’d known this was a bad idea, had tried to talk himself out of it the minute he had it, but he had to try. He owed his uncle a debt of gratitude, and he took that debt very seriously. Samuel had never acted like he and Deacon were a problem, even when it would have been easier for him to let them go to the state. Dalton would do whatever it took to take care of this for the man who’d taken care of them.
    For once in his life, his dad looked at him with fear in his eyes. His tone was urgent as he spoke to the son he’d never truly given a chance in this world. “You don’t know who you’re messing with, Dalton. Calvert’s not going to give a shit about the patch you wear or who you know. Knowing him, he’ll want you because of that patch you wear. Heaven Hill’s the only thing keeping him from having full control of this area.”
    “Then he’s underestimating me. He’s underestimating the people I ride with, and he has no idea the kind of power we pack behind us.”
    Lance leaned forward so that he could talk quietly to his son. “Oh c’mon, there’s talk in here that Heaven Hill has lost its edge. Everybody’s domesticated now. It’s not like you’ve got anything to fight for. What business is it that the club is even doing right now? That piddly-ass garage? Like that makes you some sort of saint because you guys make legit money? Repos are a great business too, aren’t they? What the fuck happened to you guys?”
    Dalton could see how someone like his dad would think that, but he also knew the members of his club. They would fight because they were domesticated. It made them even deadlier in his opinion. But knowing other people were talking didn’t sit well with him. He’d have to give Liam a heads-up.
    “We’ve got more than what you think. Believe what you want to, old man, but we’ll protect what’s ours with our last breath. You better remember that. If I hear you’ve started shit in here that escalates to out there,” he pointed out the window of the jail, “you’ll have me to deal with. You might remember me as a little kid you could kick and throw around, but make no mistake about it, I’m a man now.”
    He hoped his dad took the words for what they were and didn’t think to question Heaven Hill’s commitment ever again. Knowing he wasn’t going to get what he came for, he made a move to get up from the table, stopping when his dad clapped a hand on top of his.
    Dalton cut his eyes to the man who sat there. He took a good look, seeing the sunken set of his eyes, the age lines on his face, and the pale pallor of skin against the orange jumpsuit he wore. His hair was beginning to thin, and Dalton hoped like hell he looked better than what he was staring at when he was fifty-two. “Can I help you?”
    “You come all this way and ask me a shit-ton of questions, but you don’t even offer me any money for the commissary? What kind of bullshit is that?” He leveled him with a stare, the one he’d used when either one of the boys threatened to back talk him when they’d been younger. The one he’d used right before he’d smack them upside the head or across the jaw.
    Dalton sighed, reaching into his pocket and grasping the twenty-dollar bill he’d stuck there for just this purpose. Throwing it down on the table, he