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I look at the photo again before moving my arm out of his grip and nodding towards the wall. "She is my momma and always will be. But my mom, the one who raised me, and I spend every Sunday at her house and every holiday.
Jewels, she's my mom, not your wife, just like you are not my father, and like hell would I cut off the squadron that risked their lives for me and vice versa for you and that woman! See you later, Stormy."
Then I turn and walk out while his face goes red with shock, confusion, and anger, but I don't give a fuck. I don't even fucking call him dad anymore; I haven't done since I was three years old when Leslie burned my back with the fire poker, yelling at me not to call him it. I'm cordial with him because of the brotherhood, but otherwise, he's dead to me.
The day I got a hawk tattooed on my back covering the scars from her was a good fucking day. I understand some are still visible, but at least most of them cannot be seen.
As I enter the common room, a loud bang comes from the chapel, making the brothers still around look that way in concern, but I ignore it, heading towards the door. I've got to get to the club, and being around the man who was supposed to protect me but failed will send me in a spin. Being back,even five years later, is a struggle every day, and I wonder if I made the right decision to return.
As I reach the front door, Ink nudges my arm, and I look at him and say, "What's up, brother?"
He clears his throat before looking towards the common room, then back to me.
"It's one day, Trav. Momma, she hurts. You've been home for 5 years, yet you haven't said one word to her. If she walks in the clubhouse, you slink away; this will make her whole day, Trav." I shake my head, and he squeezes my arm. "One day, Trav, just one day, she misses her son."
I give him a smile. "Jackson, you are my brother, my blood, and I love you, but don't do this again. My squadron comes first, end of, and I'm not her son."
I hear him sigh as I turn and walk out of the door.
Like, fuck, would I be anywhere near that woman!
I climb onto my blue tank Harley and rev her up, listening as she purrs, making me grin while I place my shades on. Just as I pull out of my designated space near Axel's spot, I see Stormy leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, his gray eyes that are so much like my own assessing me, but I ignore him like I always do and spin out of the compound, heading to the club. When I left, I had been free, and I was adamant I was never going to return until Axel called, and now I don't feel free anymore. I'm back where my demons live, and most days, I wonder why I even came back in the first place. I mean, fuck, my so-called father didn't even teach me how to ride or help me buy my first bike.
He helped Ink, but not me; Tank had helped me with Jewels.
Being here isn't good for me. It's time I spoke to my men about my return.
Ten minutes later, I get to the club and walk through the doors, placing my shades on my head. Sunny approaches me instantly; her brown eyes sparkle while she gives me a seductive grin, making me smile, and I nod my head towards my office, making her eyes shine with lust before she struts down the hallway with me following, watching her juicy ass jiggle in her black thong. I unlock my door, and she walks in, sitting on my desk, spreading her legs while moving her thong to the side, showing me her waxed wet cunt that glistens with need, and I grin as my cock hardens in my jeans.
"Lean back on your hands, darling; you know the rules."
She pouts a little but does as I ask while I unbuckle my belt, ready to fucking forget this morning.
Chapter 2
Melanie – 23 years old – present day
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I sigh, knowing it's probably Mom again.
I quickly cancel it and rush to work.
I'm late, crap.
I rush up the stairs and head into the staff room when I bump into Meghan, the resident doctor. Her black hair is up in a messy bun, with parts of her blue highlights framing her face. She arches her eyebrow at me, her blue eyes assessing me, and I bite my lip. I want to laugh so much, but I'm late and have rounds.
Fuck.
She furrows her brows when she sees my reaction to her, and I can't help it; my laughter bursts free, making her look at me confused and only making my laughter grow.
Fuck, how has she not seen it?
I try to calm down, breathing deeply, before I grab her hand, drag her back into the staff room, and place her in front of the mirror. Her eyes widen, and I laugh again as she growls.
"fricking Lilah Rose."
Then she proceeds to get her phone out and take pictures of her now-drawn-on glasses, mustache, and beard before laughing. Shaking my head, I hand her the wipes before going to my cubby and placing my things in there. "Your daughter is a genius, and how you didn't notice it this morning is a mystery to me."
She snorts, shaking her head. "I was in a rush; I just threw my hair up without even brushing it, and you won't think that when she does it to you. The girl is slick, I tell you."
