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“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” she asked. “You couldn’t even keep Caleb.”

I flinched before I could stop myself.

“You always ruin things eventually,” she continued calmly. “Friends. Jobs. Men.”

My throat burned painfully.

“You get too emotional. Too needy. Too difficult.” She tilted her head slightly. “Just like your father.”

“Don’t.” My voice cracked.

“You think one biker playing house changes what you are?” she asked cruelly. “You’ve always needed someone to rescue you because you can’t stand on your own two feet.”

My hands shook at my sides.

“Finn will get tired of you again,” she continued. “Especially once he realizes you come with baggage and another man’s baby.”

The words hit so hard, I physically stepped backwards. They knew about Finn.

Her expression softened slightly. Not in kindness, but in satisfaction. Hurting me was the point.

Then her face changed suddenly. Fear flashed across it as shouting echoed across the lot. I turned sharply.

Finn had burst through the clubhouse doors, running hard, several brothers right behind him.

“Finn,” someone shouted, but he didn’t stop.

The look on his face made my stomach drop.

Pure fury.

I looked back at my mother. The colour had drained from her face.

Another shout echoed across the gravel, and my mother stumbled backwards towards the sedan. Then the passenger door slammed shut behind her.

A hand caught my arm gently.

Lucy.

“When did you get out here?” I whispered.

“Inside,” she said sharply. “Now.”

“What happened?”

“Inside, Kate.”

I looked towards Finn again as he disappeared across the lot with the others.

Fear curled low in my stomach, because whatever was happening . . .it was bad.

Chapter 22

Finn

My gut twisted the second I stepped into the war room.