Page 1 of Dylan’s Dad (Horsemen Of The Apocalypse MC #1)

Reaper

T he cold steel of the metal table in the visitation room bit into my skin as I sat there waiting for Stallion to arrive. In a few months I will be on the outside and rooms like these will be behind me.

“Hey there, Brother.” I hear his gruff voice coming from the direction of the door behind me. I rise and pull Stallion in for a hug. “How are you holding up?” he asks.

“I’m doing good.” I pull back and we take our seats at the table. “Missing my family but I will be home soon enough. How’s my boy?”

Stallion reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small stack of papers and sets them face down on the table between us.

I flip them over to discover they are candid pictures, some of Dylan and others of the most beautiful young woman I’ve ever seen.

I look up at Stallion in question. “That is Dylan’s girlfriend, her name is Celosia Martin.

She is 20 years old and they moved in together about a year and a half ago.

Since Dylan left the club right after you got locked up we’ve kept tabs like you asked but he really doesn’t want anything to do with the club.

He has actually threatened a couple of the guys who have tried to reach out on your behalf. ”

I look back down at the pictures laid out before me and as I am staring at the gorgeous Celosia Martin an idea comes to me.

“Maybe I don’t have to reach out to him directly.

” I tap on the picture of my son's girlfriend.

“What if I write to her and see if she will talk to him on my behalf instead? She is his girlfriend so maybe she could convince him.”

Stallion reaches up and starts rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, Brother. She seems like a sweet kid but do you really want to put her in the middle of this?”

“I just want my son back in my life. She is already in the middle of this whether you like it or not she is with my son which makes her family.” I bring the picture up in front of me and smile.

DearestCelosia,

I hope writing you this letter isn’t crossing a line for you.

I really don’t want to create a rift between you and my son, Dylan.

So, if that last sentence didn’t give me away.

My name is Killian but I more frequently go by Reaper.

You can call me either, but as I was getting to I am Dylan’s Father.

Now since me and my son have had a difference of opinion about my choices in life, he hasn’t spoken to me in a very long time.

Well, in just a few months I will be getting released from prison after serving my time and I would like to try and mend things with him but unfortunately every attempt I have made to contact him has been denied.

Now I am sure you have heard some terrible things about me and most if not all of them are probably true.

I am the President of the outlaw motorcycle club The Horsemen of the Apocalypse and I have done many unconscionable things.

Over the years my brothers have kept an eye on Dylan and that is how I learned of you.

I really hope I am not overstepping by writing to you but since I will be getting released soon I would really like a chance to mend things with Dylan.

Since he won’t talk to me I was hoping you would be willing to speak to him on my behalf.

I know I am asking a lot and I don’t expect a response from you or for you to even do me this favor.

As I have already stated I am sure you have heard some stories of my past and all of them are probably more than true, this is more like a hail Mary, I am just starting to feel a little lost in this whole situation.

I’ve never claimed to be a good man but I always thought I had been a good father at least until I was locked up but my brothers were more than willing to step in and take care of my boy when things went sideways.

Sorry for the intrusion into your life and all the rambling.

Me and my brothers will always look after Dylan even if he wants nothing to do with me, family always protects each other and since my boy picked you that makes you family too in my eyes and in the eyes of the Horsemen.

If you ever need anything all you need to do is ask.

Anyways this letter kinda got away from me so I’m gonna stop here.

You take care of yourself Little Flower.

Reaper

AKA Killian