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“There’s my little prince. How was school?” she asks, planting a big kiss on the top of his head before taking a seat beside him.
“Good. Guess what, Nanny?”
“What?”
“I’m getting a motorcycle when I’m older.”
I tense, waiting for the “irresponsible mother” speech. How I’m such a horrible mum, and that I don’t deserve to have my son.
“Is that so?” she replies tightly.
“Yep. Louis has a motorcycle, and he let me sit on it, didn’t he, Mum?”
Keeping my back to them, I wait for the barrel of questions my mother no doubt wants to throw at me, but they don’t come.
“Yeah, he did.”
“And is Louis Mummy’s new friend?”
Slamming the peeler down, I turn to answer her, when the man himself walks into the kitchen and smiles at me. But his smile quickly falters when he sees we’re not alone.
“Nanny,” Thomas goes on to say, not picking up on the tension in the room. “Guess how many bikes Louis’s friend showed me the other day?”
“How many?” she asks sourly.
“Loads.” He picks up his drawing filled with bikes and proudly shows it to her.
Looking to me, she keeps the smile on her face, but asks sharply, “Where were all these bikes?”
“At Louis’s club,” I interject.
Sliding out of her seat, she comes around the table, and I see Louis inching closer.
My world is closing in around me, and I struggle to breathe through the disgust radiating from her every pore.
“You took him to a motorcycle club?” she whispers with such ferocity, I take a small step back.
“He was perfectly safe,” I argue.
“I don’t know what’s going through your head these days, Evie, but taking my grandson to a biker club full of criminals is not how I want him being raised.”
Louis steps even closer, and I hold my hand out to stop him.
“My son was perfectly safe,” I repeat. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Running her eyes up and down Louis, her top lip curls into a snarl, not intimidated by him in the least.
She turns her attention back to me. “I warned you what would happen if you messed up again. It would be too easy to win custody with you taking him around criminals.”
Custody? My heart plummets into my stomach, causing me to gasp.
“I’m not a threat to your daughter or grandson, Mrs. Hemingway. But make no mistake, I will take out any threat to them, regardless of who they are. Do not think you can stand in front of me and threaten Evie without consequence.”
I step between them when my mother’s cheeks redden with anger. If it were possible, steam would be shooting out of her ears.
“Are you threatening me?” she shrieks, not caring to keep her voice down for Thomas’s sake.
“No, I’m making you a promise. No one comes for Thomas while I’m around. No one comes for him even when I’m not.”
