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“You got your dreams, you got everything!” she screams, and I shout, “And you got a finance free life. You screwed my first ever boyfriend then married him as revenge, yet you don’t see me acting crazy!” her nostrils flare and I demand, “Let him go!”

“No!” she spits, “I’m taking my son home then putting him in an orphanage, you are not having him!”

I breathe heavy as I side-eye Ashley again and she nods, knowing I need to tackle her, but we need a distraction.

The best thing about the Rebel’s old ladies – they accepted Sammie and me into the fold, heck, they all scolded Brit for how she treated me, meaning they’ll do anything to help us.

“I heard your husband left you high and dry.” Ashley goads, gaining Rachel’s attention, and I hear Trigger snap, “Fuck,” knowing she’s going to help me, and I know he won’t get involved while she’s helping me.

“He’s just taking some time!” Rachel lies, her arm dropping slightly, and I slowly move away from Ashley while my sister’s attention is on her.

“Funny, because didn’t he drain your accounts?” she says, and Rachel gives me my opening as she holds the knife out but before I can move little Lilly kicks her. Stone growls as Rachel turns and kicks Lilly who cries as she falls onto her side and Sammie bites his mother’s arm hard causing her to scream and throw him on the floor and I run.

I don’t think about my safety, instead I tackle my sister to the floor, both of us landing with a thud. My sister screams and Lilly’s crying bare the loudest sounds to be heard but I try to ignore everything as I lean up and punch my sister in the face.

She screams again before suddenly a sharp pain hits my side, and I gasp as I roll off my sister before suddenly she’s screaming, and Bradley is leaning over me, his hand going to my side, putting pressure.

“I-I think she-she sliced, not stabbed,” I stutter, and he growls as Sammie cries, “Auntie Scott,” just as my sister screams, “Get off me!”

“Y-you can’t kill her,” I gasp as Bradley presses further down on my wound and he grunts, “She’ll be locked up,” just as Sammie leans over me with Lilly holding his hand.

“I-I’m good buddy,” I say, and he nods despite his tears falling and trying to distract him while Rachel is being dragged out, I ask, “What-what tattoo you giving me?”

“A star,” he whispers, “because you are my star.”

Well damn.

My eyes tear up and I nod just as Stone says, “Come on kids, let Doc have a look.”

Sammie hesitates so I smile at him and encourage, “Why don’t you take Lilly to the kitchen for an ice pop? She got hurt, baby,” and he nods before kissing my head and then allows Stone to guide him away and I take a shuddered breath.

“Okay, so getting sliced hurts,” I rasp, and Ashley mutters, “Good punch though,” and I laugh that turns into a wince at the pain.

“Watch out, brother,” Doc says and Bradley moves to my other side, his eyes going to my blood on his hand and his breathing picks up before he booms, “How in the fuck did she get passed the gate!” anger etching off him.

“She told the prospect she was my mama,” I breathe as Doc murmurs, “Thankfully it is superficial, but need some glue,” and I scrunch my nose up at that thought.

That’s going to be itchy.

“Handy let her in, he didn’t question when she told him she wanted to surprise Scottie,” Dirty snaps and I can feel Bradley’s fury, it’s choking me.

“Bradley, I’m fine, Sammie and Lilly are fine,” I try to reassure but the asshole snaps, “You’re pregnant Scottie!”

“I’m sorry, what?” Ashley gasps, “If I knew you were pregnant, I would never –”

I cut her off and state, “I’m not pregnant, I’m on the pill.”

Bradley freezes for a moment, then looks at me as everyone quiets while Doc slowly helps me stand and I grunt at the pain, but I ignore it as I stare at Bradley whose throat bobs.

“Oh fuck,” I hear a clubwhore who shockingly has been extremely welcoming mutter and Bradley clears his throat.

“You haven’t had a period,” he tries, and my nostrils flare, already understanding what this jackass has done.

“I started a new form of contraception, missed periods happen, so try again, Bradley,” I snap and he nervously rubs the back of his neck.

“I-I swapped your birth control pills for vitamins two months before we first slept together,” he admits quietly, and a few throats being cleared echo. I know it’s the brothers trying not to chuckle while sirens echo in the distance and I know they’re here for my sister.

“And the pills Dr. Thomas gave me?” I ask coldly, and he confesses, “Vitamins.”