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“Mum!” Tamara squeals as she launches herself out of Slade’s arms. She envelopes her mum in a hug, tears running down her face. “What are you doing here?” Tamara asks her.
“Someone told me that Aiden, the little prick, was coming for you, so I made Dax and Damon bring me along; I will not let him near you, sweet girl.” Her mum says as she glares at the guys and me.
“Mum, leave the guys alone. They won’t let anything happen to me either,” Tamara chastises her mum; it’s pretty funny to see this side of her. She stands beside me, “Mum, this is Zayde, Slade, Noah and Jace. These are the men I love; I know our relationship is unconventional, but I’m not leaving them.” It’s made as a statement that makes each of us smile, including Tamara’s mum.
“Nice to meet you boys; my name is Lianna,” her mum says as she moves to shake our hands.
“Pres,” Jace says, looking up from his computer. He points to the CCTV unit on the wall behind me, and there, staring at one of our cameras, is a tall, dark-haired guy who I assume is Aiden.
“Shit!” Tamara says as she sees the gang of guys behind the fucker, well, I guess this prick wants a fucking war.
Chapter 18
Tamara
Theguyswatchthescreens, waiting to see what Aiden will do. The smug prick stands there though, the crew that’s behind him outnumber my guys plus Dax and Damon. Having my mum here is a considerable risk because she could get hurt, but she’s adamant that she wants to stay.
“I want every able-bodied man with us; these arseholes do not under any circumstances get near the fucking clubhouse or our families,” Zayde growls out orders, and the guys all scramble to get to work. Dax and Damon both have their phones in their hands, tapping away to fuck knows who.
“We got guys on the way; told them to get to the back gate,” Damon says to Zayde as he pockets his phone and begins pulling guns from a bag on the table. It freaks me out having so many weapons in such close vicinity, but I guess it’s a necessary means; mums eyes widen as Slade hands me two of his daggers.
“Keep these on you, and if anyone but us comes through those doors, you do whatever you have to to stay fucking safe,” he says as he places a kiss on my lips. He strolls out the sanctuary door, one of the prospects hot on his heels; Noah and Jace are watching the monitors closely as Zayde grabs a rifle and a handgun; he then straps a knife to his thigh. I've got to admit it’s hot as fuck watching the guys get strapped like this; I have to tamper down my hormones because now is not the time to get all horny.
“Stay inside, no matter what you hear or see. You do not leave this fucking room,” Zayde states, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t go anywhere, pres,” Grudge says as he steps through the sanctuary door. Zayde spins and glares at him.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Zayde demands because Grudge hasn’t been seen since Jace beat the shit out of him a couple of weeks ago, plus the fact that Vivica told us it was Grudge leaking information to my father makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“I was beaten to a fucking pulp, where the hell do you think I’ve been? I was at home, healing,” he practically spits at Zayde. Jace and Noah stand as one unit behind me, my mum in between them and Zayde in front of me.
“You have two seconds to get the fuck out of here before I drop you,” Zayde growls at him; Grudge stands with a smug grin on his face.
“Seriously, you’re so fucking whipped by her pussy that you’re going to believe her and whatever bull shit she has spewed over one of your fucking own?” Grudge has the guts to laugh.
“We know exactly what you did, getting Viv to do your dirty work while you were feeding intel to our fucking enemies!” Jace roars. A knife whizzes past my head and embeds itself in Grudge's chest; he howls in pain and then flops to the floor, blood spurting from the wound. Mum yelps as she moves farther away from the guys and me. I turn and spot Noah with a feral grin on his face as he steps forward and shoots Grudge in the head. Blood sprays up and onto Noah’s jeans and boots.
“Fucker spoke too much,” he states as he steps around the body and heads for the door. Jace goes back to the computer and speaks into a microphone.
“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want?”
“I want what’s mine, and you’re hiding it,” Aiden states. Jace laughs and then composes himself.
“Well, come and fucking get it dickhead.”
I turn just as Zayde closes the sanctuary door with a grin.
“Be good,” he says as he closes the door behind him, I rush to the door, finding that the fucker has locked us in. I spin to face Jace, but he has his eyes pinned on the monitors; crackling static comes from the radio sitting on Jace’s desk.
“Got eyes on us?” Noah’s voice comes through.
“Yeah, brother, I got you covered—all of you,” Jace returns. “You have three just past the second row of cars outside the garage,” he states. I grab a chair and sit next to him while Mum sits at the table, her head in her hands.
“It’ll be okay, mum,” I say with what I hope is a reassuring tone. She lifts her head, her tear-filled eyes watch mine closely, almost like she’s trying to figure out what to say. “This isn’t your fault,” I tell her as I leave Jace watching the guys’ backs; I approach the table and take her hands in mine. “There was no other way that this could end; I wasn’t going to do what Dad expected; I’m stubborn. Like my mother,” I say with a chuckle. Mum laughs along with me before she pulls her chair and sits down opposite Jace, I go back to my seat and watch the guys take down Aidens men.
At the moment, Noah has one guy dead at his feet while he wrestles with another, while Zayde has about six bodies lying motionless on the ground where he stands with his gun aimed at Aiden's head. Slade is nowhere to be seen; I frantically search the monitors for him but can’t see him.
“Where’s Slade?” I ask Jace as my panic starts to escalate. Jace points to a corner of one screen, and sure enough, there to the side of a massive pile of wood pallets is Slade, knife drawn and ready to pounce on one of Aiden’s men, who is currently creeping up behind Zayde. We watch as Slade pounces on the guy. His blade embeds itself in the guy's neck as he falls to the ground. Zayde spins, obviously hearing the guy as he hits the concrete, and he grins at Slade.
