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I scrunch my nose up in disgust and snap, "You've got two seconds to fucking explain what the fuck you're doing here before I put a bullet in your head like I promised to do if you ever returned!"

She narrows her eyes. "I came home to you. Momma said you're lonely without me, and I know I made mistakes, but I came to get my man back…."

I snort; of course, my mother has something to do with this shit. Twelve years later, she's still stuck on Nina.

I glare at the bitch and snap, "Seriously, calling my mother ‘Momma’? Fuck off, Nina. You're not welcome here, and you know it, and Momma also knows that I've got an old lady, and this is her way of trying to split us up, and it won't work. Fucking leave now!"

Her eyes glaze angrily. "You said you never wanted an old lady!"

I smirk. "I didn't until my Angel bumped into me." I lean forward and sneer, "Get the fuck off club property, because you're not welcome here."

Her face reddens, and she steps forward. "Funny, because no one mentioned you had a woman when I waltzed in here. No one stopped me, and you haven't even marked your skin with her name. I know these brothers. They like to make it obvious like Doc did with Kennedy's name on his goddamn neck. You give the women your cuts to claim them, while marking your skin so they know they've claimed you, too!"

I smirk and hold my right wrist, showing her the new tat I got this morning. Her nostrils flare, her eyes trained on Brook's name.

Suddenly, my dad rushes into the room. He glares at Nina, his brown eyes dark with anger.

"Dad?" I ask, seeing how tense he is, which makes me tense. His head turns my way, and guilt etches his features.

"I'm sorry, son," he rasps, and I step forward while Nina grins, making me narrow my eyes. Panic soon hits me when my dad admits, "Your momma sent Brook in here knowing Nina was here. She called your mother a heartless bitch before grabbing Oliver and leaving; your momma is now on a rampage to have Brook banned from the club for the disrespect, and because you only told me and your momma yesterday about giving her your cut, Snake has had no choice but to agree to banning her for two weeks."

My body freezes, my eyes wide. The gasp I heard….

I look at Nina, who grins and says, "Now it looks like you don't have an old lady; you may want to get that tattoo covered up. Your momma wants us together, and I agree; we're perfect together, but I don't want another woman's name on my man's body."

I shake my head, ignoring the bitch as anger like no other shoots through me. I grab my phone, bring up my girl's number and fucking pray she answers, but instead it rings out.

"No, no, no…." I whisper and try calling her again, but yet again, it rings out, and I shout, "Fuck!" gripping my hair.

Why didn't she confront me?

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

"Son…" my dad rasps, but I shake my head.

Pointing at Nina, I snap, "Get the fuck out. If I see you again, I'll slit your fucking throat."

Nina pales, her mouth opening and closing as I rush past my father and into the common room, adamant to find my girl.

"Baby, did you see that Nina's home; isn't that great news?" Momma says with delight, grabbing my arm as I rush past her.

I stop and glare at her, making her flinch back in shock at my anger, and I sneer, "Please fucking tell me that my own mother did not ruin my relationship for her own selfish needs…."

She swallows hard, her eyes looking around the room, and whispers, "I-I didn't. Nina called, and we were talking; she missed you, and I know you two are meant to be; you always have been. I told her I'd give her a place to stay so you both could try again."

I chuckle darkly, ripping my arm from her hand, and I snap, "You know full well she was fucking others behind my back. You know full well I hadn't wanted her since I was sixteen, and I can promise you now, Momma, if I lose my girl because of this, because of you, then you and I are fucking done!"

That said, I rush out the door, ignoring the brothers looking between Momma and me in confusion.

I storm out of the clubhouse, rushing to my bike before I climb on. I grab my phone and call her again, anger shooting through me when it goes to voicemail.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I try her dad's number. He answers on the second ring.

"Tech, tell me what my daughter said she saw was bullshit, that you didn't just break her heart," he asks calmly.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, frustration running through me, wishing she'd have just confronted me as Snake walks out of the club. He comes to stand in front of my bike, looking at me with concern.

"My ex showed up out of the blue. I haven't seen her since I was eighteen. I went to throw her out when she fucking kissed me. I didn't kiss her back, Peter," I rasp, and Snake shakes his head, looking toward the club angrily.

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