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“Get out,” he sneers, his towering frame soaring over hers.
“How dare you,” Kellie exclaims, burning holes straight through him. But he doesn’t waver. “I’m your mother. You will not speak to me this way.”
“Mymother?” He snickers, shaking his head. “You may have given birth to me, but you’re not my mother. I gave up on that notion a very long time ago.” She attempts to interject, scowling at me, but Saxon cuts her off. “Lucy isnota tramp.” He swallows down his fury. “She’s good, pure. And every day that she’s with me—” he pauses, taking a breath “—makes me want to be a better man. You have no idea of her strength because you’re not even half the woman she is. Now get out.”
The anger is radiating off him, and honestly, I’m afraid of what he’ll do if she doesn’t leave. Sam watches on, too afraid to say a word because at this moment, I can see who the alpha dog is. Saxon is commanding and all man as he stands up for what is his. Saxon has been patient with Sam, but no more.
Greg places his hand on Kellie’s shoulder, hinting it’s time to go, but she shrugs him off. She doesn’t allow Saxon to intimidate her, and I can finally see why they bump heads—they’re carbon copies of each other. Both stubborn and strong.
“This isn’t over,” she warns, but Saxon scoffs.
“It never is with you.”
Kellie looks over at Sam, hoping he will swoop on in and save the day. But he takes after Greg—passive and happy to watch life pass him by. I once admired this quality about him, but now, it makes me appreciate Saxon’s tenacity even more.
“You heard Saxon. I think it’s best you leave,” my father says, stopping by my mother’s side. Make no mistake, gentleman or not, he will throw her out if she refuses to go.
“This is Samuel’s home. I will leave only when he asks me to go.” She obstinately stands her ground, and I stubbornly stand mine.
I walk to Saxon and stand by my man. “It’s my home too, Kellie, and I want you to leave.” When she purses her lips, I reach for Saxon’s hand. “Now.” Kellie pales, her gaze flicking to our linked fingers.
“You’ve brought shame to this family. You both have.”
“This family lost its integrity a long time ago.”
“Thanks to you, my son,” she venomously spits, eyeing his inked flank.
Her antagonism toward Saxon is nothing new, but each time she spews her malice, I lose whatever shred of respect I have left for her. Saxon has reached his quota and surprises us all with his admission. “Well, I’ll do us all a favor and unburden you… I’m no longer your son.”
I squeeze his fingers because no matter what, I’ll always be his family.
“Saxon…” Greg finally speaks up, his sorrow apparent, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before Kellie backs down.
“Suit yourself. Come on, Samuel.” She addresses him like a child, expecting him to follow, but I almost fall over my feet when he stays put.
“I’m not going anywhere. This is my home, and right now, I think it’s best you leave.”
I actually feel sorry for Kellie because Sam appears to be the only person who can evoke any emotion from her. But after having her call me a tramp, I’m thankful Sam has asked her to leave.
“Come on, darling. Let’s all calm down before we say things we’re bound to regret.”
“It’s a little too late for that,” Saxon states firmly.
Kellie narrows her eyes and pulls back her shoulders. “Fine. You know where I am, Sam.” He nods, looking as fatigued as I feel.
I know this isn’t over, not by a long shot, but when she finally leaves, the air returns to my lungs. With my fingers still entwined with Saxon’s, I turn to him, needing his strength more than ever. He welcomes me with open arms.
I know this goes against our PDA rule, but I can’t fight it. The crazy subsides when we’re locked this way, and the noise quiets. “Are you all right?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble. I nod against him, my cheek pressing against his soft flesh. “Don’t listen to her. She’s fucking crazy.”
I wish we could stay this way forever, but I owe my parents an explanation. Pulling from his warmth, I peer up at him and smile. His strength gives me the courage to lock eyes with my mom. “Want some coffee?”
She nods, before looking at Sam. He’s propped against the counter, arms and ankles crossed, appearing to be deep in thought. A wave of nostalgia passes over me because if things were different, we would be married by now. I would be Mrs. Samuel Stone. But fate has seen otherwise.
“Sam, I really am so happy you’ve regained your memory. We were so worried.”
My mom’s soft voice seems to shatter whatever memory Sam’s lost in. “Thank you, Maggie. I appreciate that. My apologies if I offended you or Simon in any way. I wasn’t myself.”
“No apology needed. We’re just happy you’re okay.”
