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“So, you really didn’t want Scottie to be a boy?” I ask and he winces and admits, “I did, but that is only because Rachel was fucking hard work, still is. I was proud when she was born, ecstatic, I just lost sight on how to keep that pride I felt when she was growing up. I mean, she’s a surgical resident for fuck’s sake, a program that is difficult to get into on the best of days While Rachel had leeway because of her mama. She had an affair and purposely got herself pregnant just to hurt her little sister and don’t get me started on Lorenzo’s choice of a fucking wife.”

“Scottie mentioned she’s not the nicest,” I mutter, and he curls his lip and grunts, “The bitch tried to join me in the shower this morning. I kicked her out only to find her getting herself off with my wife’s toy begging me to join her. I swear my cock fucking shriveled up into my body.”

My eyes widen, and I choke, “Fucking hell,” and he nods with a slight shiver in disgust.

Talk about fucking crazy….

“I told Lorenzo that she needs to move out,” he admits, and I ask, “How’d he take that?”

“Not good,” he sighs, “But when I showed him video footage of what she did, he understood.” He says, and I gag at the thought of him having cameras and I mention, “I don’t want to know why you have cameras running, do I?” and he laughs.

Fucking gross.

Shaking his head, he mentions, “Lorenzo went to speak to her about a separation, and she put on a sob story, but when that didn’t work, she reminded him that he never signed a prenup. She’ll take him to the cleaners if he leaves her, that apparently, she feels lonely without him, and the presence of Sammie hurt her because she can’t conceive.”

“Let me guess, she’s got her tubes tied?” I confirm, already seeing the kind of woman she is and he nods.

See… not surprised one bit.

“Lorenzo says he can’t just end things,” he grunts, pissed.

I sigh, “It’ll take something big for him to snap.”

Marshall nods, then states, “That could possibly be in two days,” and I raise a brow and confirm, “Let me guess, that is when the meal will be?”

“It’s time to set shit straight,” he says firmly, “Ellie has drawn up the papers for you and Scottie, it’ll be her way of making things right with Scottie. She just asks that you allow her to visit her daughter, grandson and whatever other kids you may have. Rachel will be signing the papers as well as Kavan unless he wants the world to know of his misdeeds and I’ll be speaking to Lorenzo later, filling him in on everything.”

Fuck.

***

I walk inside our home an hour later, my eyes instantly going to the kitchen when I hear Sammie’s giggles, and I smile. I find him on the floor with that demon cat, if Sammie ever wants to join the club, he will be nicknamed because of how well he tames the beast.

Shaking my head, I hang up my cut and toe off my boots with a sigh before I walk into the kitchen that smells fucking divine.

Sammie grins wide at me, and I grin in return as I stop by him and kiss his head before moving right behind his auntie. “Tomato pasta and garlic bread, huh,” I murmur as I glide my hands around her waist and she leans against me as she hums and I press my lips against her bare shoulder.

I fucking love it when she wears tube tops, such easy access to her tits…

“How was work?” she asks, and I mumble, “A client hit on me just as your dad showed up. Didn’t believe it when he called me his son-in-law until I showed her my tattoo, all while Daisy was kicking the crap outta her friend who threw herself at Hawk,” I kiss her shoulder again, “Apparently they had a bet but none of them won because we brothers are devoted to our women, including Ink with Sophie now that she’s fighting for her marriage.”

Scottie snorts as she tilts her head, her dark blue eyes sparkling with nothing but love.

“When are you tattooing Sammie’s name?” she asks instead of getting pissed, and I smile softly.

“When you’re ready for me to tattoo mine on the side of your little finger,” I admit, and she blinks before a grin stretches across her beautiful face as she demands, “Go get your equipment then,” and I- fuck, I swear my heart jumps out of my chest.

She’s letting me ink her, she’s claiming me…

I give her a chaste kiss, then turn, high-five Sammie, and run out of the kitchen and head towards our room. I keep a spare equipment bag there and want to grab it before she changes her mind, muttering, “It’s about time.”

Did I mention that I’m one lucky fucker? No, well, I fucking am…

Chapter 17

Scottie – Two Days Later

I slowly trace Bradley’s name on the side of my little finger on my left hand as I stare at the large house before me. I hated this house, it always intimidated me and I dreaded coming home. I swore I’d never return… there is lump in my throat that has formed choking me and the only reason why I haven’t run – Bradley is gripping my waist, stopping me.