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This bitch wanted money—my gut is screaming at me, that’s the reason why.

I pick up the axe and grip the handle before turning to her. She instantly squeals like a pig. Literally. She’s fucking screaming.

“Please-please, I wasn’t going to shoot him, please. I wanted money. I needed it! Please, don’t hurt me, please. The Armers wouldn’t give me any more ice.”She starts to sob as I tilt my head. The fucking bitch was in with the idiots I hunted down. She stutters, “The Devil’s st-stopped their operation, and my-my recommendations for the shops to use to s-sell their gear failed, and they-they refused to give me anymore with-without a lump sum. Please….”

I drop the axe on the floor, making her eyes widen, looking at me in shock.

I state, “You nearly killed my woman, my old lady, for a fix?” Her breathing picks up as I grab my pistol from the back of my jeans. “You held a fucking gun to my five-year-old’s head for a group I’ve been picking off one by one.”

I step in front of her as she sobs, pleading, “I-I’m sorry, please. I-I’m his mother. He’ll never-never forgive you for this….”

I smirk before snarling, “Quinn is his mother, he even calls her momma, and once the court receives the report of your apparent suicide, she’ll get to adopt him.”

She shakes her head, her tears falling as I place the gun to her temple, and I rasp, “Bye, bitch,” before pulling the trigger, killing her.

I watch the light instantly leave her eyes before I say, “Doc….”

“The autopsy will state suicide. The paperwork is already in order. The story is that a bystander found her on the outskirts of town and called it in, no name given.”

I nod, placing my gun back in my jeans, and take a deep breath before turning around. Sniper hands me a rag, and I quickly wipe any blood splatter from my face.

Snake hands me my cut, rasping, “Her cut is in your room.”

I nod in thanks before heading out of the room, needing my eyes on my girl.

When I get out to the yard, I get my phone out and call Momma. She answers after the second ring.

“He’s good, baby boy.”

I sigh in relief before pleading, “Tell me he won’t hate me when he’s older, Momma. Tell me I didn’t just ruin his chances of knowing the other half of him.”

My guilt is already eating at me. I know she had to die; she would have come back time and time again. She would have hurt him, and she would have hurt Quinn, but I don’t want him to hate me.

I never loved her. I was trapped, but she was still his blood.

Momma sighs. “He won’t hate you, darling, I promise he won’t. He has Quinn as the other half of him. She isn’t a woman you tried to push on him, she’s someone he chose for you. He chose her as his mother, and unfortunately, today, what he had to deal with, will haunt him for years to come. He’s going to know the woman who birthed him didn’t want him. He’s going to feel how Tats felt, knowing he was born as a pawn. But you know what, my darling boy? He won’t care, because of the love Quinn has for him, and the love you and me and the club all have for him. He’ll have Tats in his corner, reminding him how special he is.”

I nod even though she can’t see me, and look up at the stars.

There’s a reason I never kicked Jingles out of the club—I didn’t want my son to resent me for not knowing who he came from. It’s a fear a parent holds—a fear Iron, Tats’ dad, also had.

“I love you, Momma,” I rasp.

She whispers back, “I love you, too, baby, and so does Crow. Now, go be with your girl. We’ve got your boy.”

I smile at that, then hang up. I’m feeling drained from the day’s events as I walk toward the clubhouse. Doc mentioned earlier that Quinn’ll be in the medical room for a few days, so that’s where I’ll be staying, and that’s most likely where Noah will spend all his time until Crow or Tats carries him out.

When I get to the medical room after taking a detour, the ladies all smile at me, their smiles turning into grins as they see what I’m holding. But my eyes go to my girl, who is still asleep. Each lady kisses my cheek before the door closes. I remove my cut then gently place hers over her body. I climb into bed with her, careful to watch her shoulder.

I place my face in her neck, and my tears fall. The fear, the adrenaline, the heartache of nearly losing the two most important people in my life hits me hard, and I vow to never let anyone harm my family again.

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Quinn

Pain shoots through me, making me squeeze my eyes tight, as memories of yesterday hit me hard.

Damn, was I really shot?

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