Ride Steady (Chaos #3)(164)

She seemed super confident, fortunately.

So I nodded.

The men came in.

Aaron glared ice at me.

His father glared daggers.

I sat and thought thoughts of my son sitting in the grass of my backyard with butterflies drifting around him while he giggled.

It worked for me.

Leanne got the men glasses of water then sat at the end of the table with her notebook while the men settled in across from Angie and me.

“Right, let’s start,” Angie said. “I believe you received our communication of where we’d like to begin negotiations.”

Aaron glared ice at me.

His attorney opened his mouth to speak.

But it was his father who spoke.

“We’ll see you in court. My son is going for full custody. We’ll see Ms. Teodoro declared unfit. When we’re done, if she manages to get any visitation, it will be supervised.”

My insides shriveled, and slowly, I looked to my ex-husband.

He was looking at me and his look was glacial.

“It’s a shame we’ve wasted this time, then,” Angie said indifferently. “We’ll see you in court.”

“Your client should be aware that after this meeting, we’ll be contacting Child Protection Services to instigate proceedings to have my grandson extricated from a home that’s turned dangerous,” Aaron’s father stated.

My lips parted, and I slowly looked to him.

“Would you care to share the grounds you’ll be using?” Angie asked courteously.

“She can hardly not know,” Mr. Neiland replied. “However, if she’s unaware, she should know. She has a man named Peter Waite looking after my grandson. He’s a member of a motorcycle gang that’s known to be felonious, and he himself has a history of criminal activities.”

“Peter Waite,” Angie said, sounding confused. “A man known as Big Petey?”

“I don’t know what he’s known as, Angie,” Mr. Neiland said impatiently. “I just know it’s a demonstration of a serious lack of conscience to allow an infant to be looked after by a known criminal.”

“Well, Big Petey is also a man who won the Illinois lottery about nine years ago,” Angie told Aaron’s dad.

My head slowly turned to her.

She kept speaking.

“He won a good deal of money. He also gave most of it to a hospice that was, at the time, providing his ailing daughter with care. So much money, he endowed it. Sadly, his daughter passed. But his generosity has made it so hundreds of patients and their families could avail themselves of the service from this hospice, which I do believe, since his hefty donation, has won awards.”

I blinked.

She kept talking.

“He also volunteers at a hospice here in Denver. He’s in charge of their small childcare facility. He supervises six other volunteers and he and his volunteers look after youngsters while the families of patients are visiting. Though, he mostly does the supervision as he offers the bulk of his time to my client to care for her son while she’s working, as well as taking care of Kane and Tyra Allen’s two boys, Mr. Allen being the operating manager of a well-known local business. Big Petey further sometimes looks after the young son of Hopper and Elaine Kincaid. Ms. Kincaid, you probably don’t know, owns her own advertising agency. It’s young, but regardless, it was recently declared by a glossy Denver magazine as Denver’s top agency.”

My eyes got big.

Wow.

Go Lanie!

“I would assume that Mr. and Mrs. Allen and Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid, not to mention the director of the hospice, would stand as character witness as to Mr. Waite’s abilities to provide childcare,” Angie stated.

I tried not to smile.

“And it’s true,” Angie went on. “Seventeen years ago, Big Petey was arrested for grand theft auto. However, he was released before trial due to lack of evidence. Although that would appear on his arrest record, it would be doubtful a judge would take that into account during a custody hearing considering the case was thrown out.”

She lifted her hand but didn’t quit talking.

“And, before you mention it, I understand he did some community service for a drunk and disorderly he pled guilty to. However, this occurred only weeks after his daughter’s funeral service, so I do believe his behavior would be understood. Oh, and, of course, the judge allowed this service to be done at the hospice where, after, they took him on in a volunteer capacity.”

“That does not negate the fact that my ex-daughter-in-law is consorting with a biker gang,” Mr. Neiland retorted. “And I do believe you, and she, understand precisely what I mean by consorting.”

“I would be very careful of any public disparagement of the Chaos Motorcycle Club, Judge Neiland,” Angie said quietly.

“Is that a threat?” Aaron’s dad asked snidely.

Angie looked to Aaron’s attorney and offered, “Steven, perhaps you need a moment to confer with your client.”

“He hardly does,” Mr. Neiland sniped, and I looked at him to see him turning his attention to me. “We have a witness who will attest that they observed your boyfriend assaulting a man at an illegal underground fight, several of his gang members with him, and he did this brutally. The man was left bloodied, battered, unconscious, and barely breathing. And you are allowing this man to be around my grandson.”