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“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked. “That I’m who you want? I will always be Grimm, Gina. Always.”
“How did you get your name?” I asked, even though I probably shouldn’t have.
“The way you think I did,” he said with no emotion in his voice or on his face.
This was it. He was giving me another opportunity to run or stay. The choice was mine.
I released a breath. “I want to be with you.”
I spoke what was in my heart, overriding my head, which urged me to run like hell from the dangerous man I was so willing to give it all up for. Even if my head didn’t quite agree, my soul understood I was where I was supposed to be.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulled me close to his body, and escorted me down a hallway, away from his dining room. Leather, coffee, and sandalwood blanketed me in security and peace, something I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
Maybe never.
I’d enjoy tonight and prepare for the shitstorm tomorrow.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
GRIMM
The last place I wanted to be today was Sunday dinner. I rarely came, but it was time to make an appearance. Everyone, including Colin, would be there, and it was time for all of us to have a conversation.
For the last two weeks, I’d dodged not only my sister’s calls but my mother’s, too. The minute the phone started ringing off the hook, I knew Colin had opened his fucking mouth, something we were going to need to have another conversation about.
I hated when anyone spread my business, blood or not. I’d make sure not to hurt him too bad since I’d promised Gina, but he needed to learn a lesson about when to talk and when to shut the fuck up. Right now, he was talking way too damn much, not only about his brother but also about the president of his MC. No matter his feelings about the shit I did in my personal life, he would not question my decisions in front of my club. Today, he’d get a reminder of who I was.
I raised my hand to knock, and the door flung open before my hand connected with the wood. Fury laced my little sister’s face. I rolled my eyes.
“What the fuck are you thinking?” she whisper-yelled. “I’d expect Colin to think with his dick, but I didn’t think you’d be so stupid.”
My brow arched. Never had Amelia Grace ever been so angry with me, but her rage pissed me off. Time after time, I’d talked to her about dumping Chad. Everyone did. Now, in all of her five feet of fury, she wanted to lecture me about who I spent my time with.
“Fuck you.” I pushed past her and walked into my childhood home.
The door slammed behind me. I got not even five steps into the foyer before her nails dug into my skin and stopped me in my tracks. I took in a deep breath and released it, trying to calm my anger.
“Amelia, I love you, but you need to chill the hell out. Seriously.”
She quickly removed her hand from my bicep.
“I know you all have questions, and it’s why I’m here.”
“And you better have fucking answers.” She scoffed, then stormed into the kitchen where my mother prepared dinner.
“This should be fun,” I mumbled, following my sister into my mother’s kitchen.
When I stepped through the archway separating the living area from the kitchen, I leaned against the wall and watched my mother, keenly aware she knew the minute I’d walked in. Her shoulders stiffened as she stood with her back to me at the stove, cooking a meal I hadn’t had in a long time—haggis served alongside neeps and tatties. My favorite.
“Ma.”
When she looked over her shoulder, I expected to see anger. Instead, disappointment hit me in the gut. I wasn’t a mama’s boy, but I loved my mother beyond measure. When I was younger, she’d been the mother and the father in our household while my father treated the club whores better than his Old Lady and children. Her anger I could handle. Disappointment, not so much.
“Food will be done in a minute.” She turned back to the stove. “Set the table.”
I sighed, knowing this wasn’t the time to talk. Everyone airing their grievances at one time was most likely the best thing, anyway.
