The Bikers Sin. The Sinful Riders Book One

epilogue

# caution. there is a sexy scene coming up, cant really cut  it out, so I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable.#

Griff was nervous.

Not an emotion that he usually felt, and it had nothing to do with his club or Gin at all.

No, he was nervous because he and Gin were standing outside his grandfathers home. And he had just knocked on his door. He had asked her to come with him after her session with Amanda, as he wanted to have her support, but also give himself some time to work through his thoughts before his own session.

"It's gonna be okay." She whispered as she squeezed his hand.

He looked down at her and smiled. He never would have been able to do this if she wasn't with him.

Slowly the door opened, and an old man stood there squinting at them.

"Wadda ya want?" he asked, his voice rough from years of smoking.

"Just wanna talk, I guess." Griff said, choking up a little.

This was the same man who had taken him in, beaten him bloody for being a brat, then tried everything he could to fix what he had done. But at that very moment all he saw was a frail old man, who didn't want anyone around. Not that he could blame him, the neighborhood wasn't exactly the best.

"Kid, that you?"

He had always called him that, and it made him smile now. "Yeah old man. It's me."

Tears welled up in the older man's eyes, "I never thought you would comeback." His voice gave away how seeing him made him feel, he was clearly trying to hold the tears at bay. "Come in, sorry the place is a mess. I'm not very active lately. Not since the surgery anyway."

"What surgery?" Gin asked, when it was clear that Griff wasn't going to. He was too focused on the walls. Displayed in frames all over the walls were all of the tests he had brought home and hid in a draw. Along with newspaper articles about the club, the ones where he was in the photos. Even if it was only a body part they were given pride of place. He was in shock, how had the man even known that he was in the club to begin with?

"Oh, had a bit of a misstep, when I was getting the shopping in. They are supposed to help carry the stuff in for the elderly. But youngsters these days don't wanna trouble themselves. Had to go in for a few days to fix a ruptured something or other. I can't remember, not very good at keeping useless information in is this." He tapped his temple as he said it, then smiled. "Who might you be?"

"Oh, I'm..."

"She's my girl. Ginny." Griff almost snapped at the older man.

With that they fell into an awkward silence for a few minuets, before the older man spoke again. "Aren't you going to ask me anything, Kid?"

Still Griff was silence.

How do you ask a man who had beat him so badly, he bleed all over the floor, why he had done it?

Sighing, his grandfather started talking. "I have a drinking problem, always had, and always knew how to hide it as well. Instead of working through my emotions I turn to drink. Stupid really when all it ever did was amp up the things I was feeling. But when you have a problem like that you don't really think about anything but getting your next drink. I had been struggling with you, which wasn't your fault. That lays on your selfish parents shoulders, they had never been around for you. Never showed you how to act. And I was no different. I hated that I had to put my life on hold to raise another child at my age. And so I took to drink that night, just like every other night really, but that night it was worse. You had been stubborn all day, yelling at me about how your parents were gonna be home soon. And when I got home and you started up again, I just lost it, the next thing I knew I was waking up in the living room of one of my friends. At first I didn't recall what I had done, when I did I rushed home. But you weren't there, and the house was spotless. You changed towards me after that. Always cautious, never saying no. Trying to anticipate what needed doing before I asked. I hated myself everyday when you would practically run from me. I'm really sorry kid, so sorry."