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I reply, “Nothing can stop me from going to find her. I’ll message you once I get to the alleyway. My gut is telling me she’s there.”

He thanks me and hangs up, and I look at Sniper. His eyes show compassion. "Do you want company?”

I shake my head. “Thanks, brother, but nah, she’ll be inconsolable. That dog…” I chuckle, “she found her that same day I had helped her stand after Marcus shoved her down at school, breaking her wrist. She was fourteen, and Shadow became her best friend. I’m pretty sure you hit several people who laughed at her, and Brook mentioned you breaking a guy's nose, too, but didn’t realize it was you.”

His eyes soften with a smile, remembering that day, and he nods.

Sighing, we both leave my room. I lock my door and head to the common room, my stride going to the door, needing to find my girl.

Fuck, this would have torn her apart.

“Son,” Momma says in the full common room as I get near the door, and I grind my teeth. Sniper grips my shoulder, gently shoving me toward the door, knowing I’m a ticking time bomb. Momma speaks again, causing Sniper to sigh and let go of me, knowing she’s just gone and fucked up. “I didn’t raise you to ignore me, James. I call for you, you stop.”

Nina pipes up, “We need to discuss our wedding, baby.”

The room quietens, and I slowly turn around. Nothing but anger and coldness radiate from me, causing my father to stand up from near the bar.

“Son?” my father questions.

I shake my head, my focus on my mother, the woman I fucking looked up to. “Did you put her up to this, huh, Momma, like the bitch you are?” Momma gasps, her eyes widening. I take a step forward, Sniper at my back. “Last time I checked, Momma, I have barely said two words to the bitch unless it’s to tell her to fuck off, but what I do want to know, though, is why you tried to have the love of my fucking life raped!” The atmosphere tenses, the women gasping as Momma’s eyes widen, and Nina steps back a little making me smirk. Of course, she was in on it. I take another step forward. “What I want to know is why in the fuck you’re hell-bent on pushing me toward a whore I want nothing to do with. She sold information on our fucking club, all because I refused to leave the brotherhood.”

I get right in her face, and no one stops me, not even my father, while my mother has the gall to look hurt, her eyes watering.

“What in the fuck is your problem with the club, huh, Momma? You are the one who got with my father, you are the one who spread your legs and got pregnant with me, trapping my father. If you were so against the club, maybe you should have kept your legs closed instead of being a fucking whore. This club is my life; I was born into it, and the fact that you set my girl up—tried to have her raped—means you are fucking dead to me.”

Momma stutters with hurt lacing her tone at my accusation, “I-I didn’t, I swear I-I just wanted you to have a-a better life than the club. Please, I would never do that, I?—”

I cut her off and grab her throat. Several chairs scrape across the floor as Momma’s eyes widen in shock. I snarl, “When I find the evidence I need to prove you set that shit up, not only will you be kicked out of the club and off all club properties, but I’ll fucking disown you.”

I shove her back, causing to fall on the floor, her tears falling, and a part of me feels guilty, but I squash it down, especially when no brother or old lady helps her.

Never, I mean fucking never, have I treated my mother this way, but I guess I never thought my mother would have been capable of hurting the woman I love.

I gave Brook my fucking cut; I got her name tatted on my wrist. Momma knew I was serious about my girl.

I shake my head at her, curling my lip in disgust, before returning to the door, again Sniper at my back.

“You can’t treat your mother that way, not over a woman who isn’t part of the club.”

I smirk at the whiny voice and turn, facing a pissed-off Nina. Her nostrils flare, “She gave you her cut back; she’s not an old lady, and how you’ve just treated an actual old lady, even if she did do what you accused her of, it’s enough for you to lose your patch.”

She smirks, while Momma stands up without anyone helping, and looks at me with pain and defeat, confusing me.

Ignoring her, I chuckle at Nina. “Funny, because I never got her cut back; last time I checked, she still had it.”

Nina's nostrils flare, and she snaps, “She said she gave it to Breaker!”

Breaker chuckles with a grin, and I narrow my eyes. “And when, exactly, did you speak to my old lady, Nina?” Her throat bobs, physically swallowing, and I smirk. “I find out you’ve gone near Brook, never mind the hand to the throat I gave the woman who birthed me; I’ll fucking kill you!”

She pales, and I glare at Momma one last time, but she doesn't back down. Instead, she whispers, "One day, you're going to regret today, and I'm not talking about Nina. I'm talking about how you've just treated me, your mother, and I don't know if I'll be able to forgive you.” She looks around the room, her eyes landing on my father and rasps, “Any of you."

With that said, Momma turns and walks away, moving out of my father’s way as he reaches for her, and snaps, “Carol!” But she ignores him, walking out the back door.

What the fuck?

She has my girl nearly raped and tries to fucking guilt trip me? I scoff and shake my head, before storming out of the club, hating the bile building at how I spoke to her, for how I hurt her, but I push it back.

I rush to my bike, needing to get to my girl.

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