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I push myself up.

“You do what you have to do. Once this is over, we have a lot of time to make up for.” I tell him, biting back a grin.

“I’ll make everything up to you, Sofia.” He strokes my cheek and presses a delicate kiss to my temple.

I can’t wait for this to be over, so our family can finally be back together again, forever.

SEVENTY-FOUR

SOFIA

“Dada!” Maeve screams, throwing her doll across the floor with her bottom lip quivering.

Jax left a few minutes ago with Nikolai, and Lara is running late. Nikolai’s daughter is upset because she forgot to pack the blanket that was her mom’s, so Lara had to make a U-turn.

Picking up Maeve, I bounce her on my hip and turn on the TV.

“We will be back with daddy in no time, I promise.” I soothe her, kissing the top of her hair.

The doorbell rings. I rush over and open it, expecting Lara.

As I swing it open, I’m met with a puffy-faced Anna, sniffling as one of my guards tightens his grip on her arm.

“She said she knows you. I have orders not to let anyone in. But she is, how do you say it? Insistent,” he says with a thick accent.

Tears cascade down her fearful face.

“Sofia, I really need to speak to you.” There is desperation in her voice. She looks like a damn mess. Since we last spoke, I’ve tried to call her. I need answers for her involvement. She has cut off every call.

I take a step back, my grip tightening on the door as I look at my guard.

“She can come in. Tell Lara I will meet her outside when she gets here.”

He gives me a swift nod and releases Anna.

She brushes past me, looking at the two bags packed on the floor.

“Let’s go in the kitchen,” I tell her, pointing out of the room.

I place Maeve down in her playpen. She claps as she spots the cartoons on the TV.

Crossing my arms across my chest, I watch as she places her bag on the counter with shaky hands.

“Are you going to explain how the hell you knew about Jax?”

She wipes away her tears with the back of her finger.

“I-I fucked up. Brody, he?—”

My heart almost stops.

Brody.

“Brody, what?” I raise my voice and step towards her.

“I’ve been sleeping with him, Sof. I’m sorry.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I am so done with her. “Really, Anna? What the hell is wrong with you? You know he’s getting married right?”

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