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“I missed you,” she admits, and I narrow my eyes, causing her to smile wide as I confirm, “You’re starting work sooner than planned, aren’t you?”

“I really missed you,” she replies, and I groan, pressing my forehead against hers, and she whispers, “Being a doctor is who I am, and I need to return.”

“When?” I ask, and she mumbles, “Two days,” and I growl, causing her to smile wider before threatening, “If you end up in my ER just because you want to see me, I’ll kick you out of our bed,” and I scowl because I know she means it.

“I want an evening tonight, just you, me, and Sammie, and tomorrow we take him out for the day,” I negotiate, and Scottie grins wide.

“Not Felix?” she asks with a chuckle, and I curl my lip at the mention of the little shit.

“No, Demon can go in the yard for all I care. The little fucker clawed my chest this morning, and yet again he pissed in my boots,” I snap, and Scottie laughs as she wraps her arms around my waist, settling me.

“I really love you,” she giggles, and I half smile as I run my fingers through her hair, listening to Sammie’s giggles somewhere nearby, chatter from the club, yet all I see is my wife.

“I love you too,” I whisper before pressing my lips against hers, and the club cheers, causing us to smile before I kiss her harder.

Fuck, I love being home.

Chapter 29

Scottie – A Week Later

“I love my new school, Auntie Scott, everyone is so nice,” Sammie says as I help him out of my car, and I grin wide despite the concern hitting me, and I eye the area.

“That’s perfect, buddy,” I say, my eyes still looking around the clubhouse.

Bikes are parked up, some brothers here while I know Bradley is at work, or well, he was until I messaged him with panic.

Pulling up to the clubhouse gates I was exhausted picking Sammie up from school after a twenty-six-hour shift because of course the ER was busy after a train collision. I didn’t expect for the prospect on the gate to explain a female family member has come to see me and Sammie, telling him that she wanted to surprise us. He thought I should know so I’m not blindsided after he heard that I’m slowly trying to reconnect with my family and my gut twists.

I tried ringing my brother, but there was no answer, and the same with my mama, so I messaged Bradley, who explained that Stone is inside and mentioned it was apparently my mama, but something doesn’t feel right.

Only Doc and Shadow have met my sister, but surely she wouldn’t have found us?

“Come on, Auntie Scott,” Sammie says and runs towards the clubhouse, and I swallow thickly, finally noticing mama’s car, and I take a deep breath, and despite my gut still twisting, I head towards the clubhouse.

Over the past week, Bradley, Sammie and I have begun a really nice routine, we have family time and discuss our days. We’re happy, content even, so maybe that is why my gut is twisting. I don’t want Mama to put a dent in my happiness, especially if Rachel, who we haven’t heard from, had gotten in her ear.

When I last spoke to Lo, Rachel had apparently attacked his new girlfriend, Mandy. She was pissed that he got to move on while she’s struggling with having her accounts emptied by her husband, who left her.

Lo mentioned she didn’t take the news of Kavan's disappearance well and even dared to blame me. To be fair, I am part of the reason why he’s gone, but she doesn’t have the right reason.

We walk into the clubhouse, and Sammie jumps down the steps like always, his sole focus on Lilly, who adores him. My eyes widen when my sister grabs him and yanks her to him before holding a knife to his throat.

Crap, she stole Mama’s car...

Chairs scrape as Stone snaps, “What kind of grandmother grabs hold of a child then puts knife to his throat?!”

Is it bad that Stone thinks Rachel looks old enough to be Mama's age? Yes, yes it is, but do I find it funny? Hell yes.

“I’m not his grandmother, I’m his mother,” Rachel sneers, “I’m taking him home.”

“No!” Sammie cries, trying to struggle against her, and I descend the stairs causing her to dig the knife into his neck and I freeze.

“Come any closer, and I will kill him!” she threatens.

“He’s your blood, Rachel!” I snap, and she spits, “And? So are you, and I want you dead!”

“Why, huh? All because I didn’t fall in line?” I growl and take another step forward before a hand grabs my arm, and I side-eye Ashley, Triggers old lady.