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“Blizz?”

I turned my head to look at Ham. He stood in the doorway to Op’s office awkwardly.

“Yeah?”

“You got visitors, man.” I saw his eyes flick over my shoulder to where Optimus was sitting with Chelsea draped across his lap. That alone let me know that this wasn’t the kind of visitors I was going to like.

I turned my body toward him. “Who is it?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he replied, “Handful of bikers with a woman who says she’s your mom.”

I had to stop myself from flinching back at his words. My mom had left when I was just twelve, ditching my father and me for a member of another club. Hadn’t heard much from her since then. Phone calls when I was younger, but when I began to realize the depth of what she’d done, I stopped answering them.

Ham folded his arms across his broad chest. The kid had filled out the last few months.

Squeezing my hands into tight fists, I headed for the door, Ham jumping to the side just before I plowed through him.

I heard Optimus groan. “Oh, shit.” But I continued to stomp down the hallway and out the patio doors. Gravel crunched under my heavy feet, footsteps behind me moving quickly to keep up.

“Blizzard,” Op growled, catching up with me just before reaching the front gates. I could see the bikers sitting on the other side. “You need to check your temper.”

I scoffed, pushing through the gap in the fence and coming face to face with the woman who had turned her back on me so many years ago.

Her eyes widened and she pushed off the bike she was leaning against. She was older, but she looked just like I remembered her. She’d aged well. The thought just made me even more furious.

“What do you want?” I snapped, coming to a halt.

I watched as she cringed, but when a weathered hand wound around her waist and a big ass bastard wearing dark jeans and a leather cut stood up beside her, she seemed to regain her confidence.

She held her shoulders back and looked me in the eye. “Matthew.” I shuddered. Hearing my given name, a name I hadn’t heard come from someone’s mouth in a long time. Four other men of varying ages and body types stepped off their bikes and moved in closer.

“You’ve got some balls showing up here,” I sneered.

I felt Optimus move to my left side, stopping just in front of me and taking the focus but my mother’s eyes never left mine.

“I need to talk to you.”

My nostrils flared. “Seems like that’s something you should’ve done twenty years ago.”

She nodded, accepting the venom in my words without denial. “I know, but I’m doing it now.”

“Ever heard the saying too little, too late?”

Silence hung in the air for a while before Optimus cleared his throat. “I expect you have a good reason for riding up to our clubhouse unannounced.”

The older man with his arm around my mother gave her a squeeze before he stepped forward. I knew who he was. The man that she’d left my father for, the one that she’d started a new family with in a new town with a new club.

“Name’s Judge,” he offered, his voice low. “President, Satan’s Sanctuary MC.”

“Optimus,” my president replied.

Judge nodded. “I believe there’s some history here that obviously needs to be addressed but I’m gonna get straight to the point. We need some help.”

“No,” I snapped. “No fucking way.”

“Blizzard,” Op growled disapprovingly.

I pointed at my mother. “You don’t get to come back here, asking for shit after what you did.”

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