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“I thought it took months to go through the legalities of a divorce?” Scottie asks as she walks under the arm I have lifted for her, and Lorenzo grins wide.

“It does, unless you have an amazing brother-in-law with connections,” Lorenzo gloats, and I chuckle again while Scottie snorts.

“It helps that you had proof of her cheating,” I mention, and he mutters, “Fucking amen for her being a whore,” and I grin as I tighten my hold on my wife.

Fuck, I can’t get enough of calling her my wife.

“Where’s Sammie?” I ask with a smile just as the boy himself runs out of the house with a grin, shouting, “Auntie Scottie!”

Scottie goes to move to catch him, but I drag her back as Lorenzo catches him first and I scold, “Concussion, baby.”

She winces, obviously forgetting about her ordeal for one moment as she stands further into me again, a reflex to feel safe, and I press my lips against her head.

There’s a reason why I spent most of the night slowly making love to her. It isn’t just because I can’t seem to get enough of her, but because every time she dozed off, she began to scream.

Doc mentioned this morning as we were loading my bike that she may have PTSD, but my wife, being a doctor can be a pain in the ass because she’s self-diagnosed herself as tired.

“Uncle Lo,” Sammie giggles and I look to see him wiggling in Lorenzo's hold as he tries to tickle his nephew, and I smirk.

“You ready to head home, buddy?” I say, and Sammie looks our way and grins as he nods. Lorenzo hugs him tighter before rasping, “I’m going to miss you, little man, you’ve got to make sure you call.”

“I will,” Sammie promises before running our way and straight into me, making me grunt out a chuckle. Scottie runs her fingers through his hair just as we hear, “What’s going on? What’s with the trailer and all the brothers?”

“Go get in the car, buddy, Demon is in his crate on the seat next to yours,” I say, and he rushes to the car without hesitation, not surprising me before I look to the door to find Rachel glaring at her sister.

“The brothers are here to see us off,” I announce, gaining her attention, and she eyes my cut up before what I registered hits her, and she frowns.

“Where are you going?” she asks before her eyes go to the car and she snaps, “Actually, where are you taking my son?!”

Oh, so now she mentions Sammie. I’ll bet my cut she didn’t even speak to him let alone look at him last night or this morning.

“You mean my son,” Scottie says fiercely, causing Rachel to glare and pride fills me.

“Last time I checked, Scott, I am the one who made my son with a man who wanted me more than he wanted you, who fucked me in your bed –”

“Rachel!” Marshall snaps, but she continues to spit, “I am the one who pushed him out, he is mine, not yours.”

I growl as I go to take a step forward, ready to kill the bitch but Scottie grips the back of my cut, stopping me.

“And yet, you were the one who signed him over to my husband and me,” Scottie says, and I smirk and the pure shock registering on the bitch’s face then disbelief.

Rachel scoffs, “You’re not married to that biker, he isn’t stupid enough to tie himself to you.”

“Really?” Scottie feigns ignorance, then lifts her left hand and shows off her wedding ring that Sophie picked up for us. She is finally out of Ink's bad books, though she did have to grovel, which is something I have never seen an old lady do before.

It was fucking amazing to see because normally it’s the brothers that fuck up. Except for Tank and Slicer.

I slowly bring my arm up and over my wife’s shoulders while Rachel frowns at her finger. I intentionally put my hand over Scottie’s, showing off my gold band, and Rachel's eyes widen seeing it.

“You married her?!” she screeches

I grin and confirm, “I did.” Then I look at Marshall, who has tears in his eyes, and I say, “I’ll call when we get home.”

He nods while his wife looks down, trying to control her sobs though you can see her body shaking. Scottie being the sweetest fucking woman in the world, sighs before she moves from underneath my arm and walks over to her parents. Both wrap their arms around her, and Rachel looks around, seeing if anyone is looking at her. The silly bitch bypasses me, obviously believing I’d be watching my wife, and she quickly runs down the steps, her focus – the car.

Bitch knows she can’t take me so she’s going to try and take the child she has forced Scottie to watch.

I sidestep in front of the backseat door just as Lorenzo grabs her arm and demands, “Want to tell me why you are trying to go after a child you didn’t even want to begin with? A child you’ve ignored for years?” and Rachel’s attention is diverted for a moment as Scottie comes back my way.