Dillon’s body wiggles, and a groan has me out of my chair so fast I nearly drop Finley. I lean over Dillon and stroke his cheek. His forehead creases, and I imagine if he had brow hair, his brows would be pinched together right now. “Hey, buddy. You’re safe. I’m here. Dad is here.”
He blinks his big brown eyes at me and somehow manages to smile. “Daddy,” he says sleepily.
Yeah, I’m not ready to not hear him call me that. If Kendall is the donor, she’s about to be in for a rude awakening. Not only will I take her marrow, but I’ll take her life.
Just like she took mine.
Chapter Twenty
FINLEY
Since Dillon doesn’t have a bone marrow transplant lined up, Grayson wants to take him home. The doctor who flew in from Portland wants Dillon to stay in the hospital until he finishes his last two chemotherapy treatments.
Grayson is yelling at Doctor Gladstone.
Doctor Gladstone is calm, collective, and nodding as if he understands Grayson’s dilemma.
“Grayson is going to get a different doctor and probably hire one to come to the house so Dillon can be more comfortable,” Owen says, standing next to me.
“I believe the doctor knows what’s best,” I reply, leaning against the wall to watch Grayson’s hands fly in the air as he rips the doctor a new asshole.
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bsp; “Oh, definitely, but Grayson, he doesn’t think with logic. Not like the rest of us. He runs on emotions. If there is one thing that dude does, he feels tremendously. It’s like everything is heightened for him. It’s what makes him so good for the team, in my opinion. All of us are bastards, but he gives a damn, about everything. When sometimes, he shouldn’t.”
“I wouldn’t say he cares about everything,” I mumble, thinking about how deep his hate runs for Kendall, especially now that he needs her more than ever to see if she will save their son’s life.
“Oh, I know,” Owen chuckles. “You have to remember, when it comes to feeling so deep, there are bad feelings too. His vindictive side is ten-fold. Whoever fucks with him and his, he will fuck back. This Kendall bitch has had it coming. It’s about time he laid his past to rest.”
“I don’t know how we are going to get ahold of her. What if we can’t find her in time?” I don’t know Dillon all that well, but I want to know him. He’s such a sweet kid, and if he dies, Grayson will be beyond devastated.
“You let me worry about that,” Sebastian says from behind me, his deep voice causing me to jump in my skin a bit.
“Fine! Then be at the house later with your damn bags!” Grayson shouts for the last time, spins on his heels, and marches into the Dillon’s room where we’re all waiting.
Well, most of us are waiting by the door so we could watch the scene unfold with the doctor.
“Did you get things sorted?” I ask with a smile on my face.
“Yes. He somehow managed to convince me that he could be the best doctor since he’s familiar with Dillon’s case.”
Sebastian and Owen laugh, and Grayson narrows his eyes at them. “Shut up. He made his case.”
“Cause he is a doctor,” Owen says, obvious.
“Cause he is a doctor,” Grayson mocks in a childish voice. “Shut up.”
“Daddy, you’re being silly,” Dillon giggles.
And just like that, Grayson’s annoyance is gone. He walks over to Dillon, who looks so much better than when he arrived, and scrubs a hand over Dillon’s bald head. “I’m a bit on edge right now, but nothing a piggy back ride can’t fix?” he asks Dillon.
“Yes! Piggy back ride!” Dillon stands on the bed and waits for Grayson to turn around.
“I thought you were carrying me?” Grayson asks with a pout of his bottom lip.
Dillon falls over in a fit of laughter, cuddling Grayson’s shoulder. “I can’t carry you. You’re too big!”
Grayson playfully rolls his eyes. “Fine. I guess. But you’ll have to carry me later.” Grayson spins around, and Dillon jumps on his back, wrapping his legs around Grayson’s waist. I walk over to grab the small black duffle bag that has a few of Dillon’s belongings in it and throw it over my shoulder.