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Zayne tenses underneath me, and I grip him harder, hoping he doesn't fling me off his lap to kill my sister as he growls. "Watch it, Emma," making her flinch at his tone. Axel stands and nods to two prospects who grab a hold of Emma, making her eyes widen. "Flame was never yours; he always belonged to your sister and vice versa, and that's what your problem has always been: jealousy. Jealous that your father showed her any attention, jealous that she had our brother's love, and jealous that she had amazing talent. You hated that you were no longer the club's main princess, and your attention was halved; you were spoilt and selfish." Emma's tears fall. "You and your mother treated her like shit for years. Bones has denounced your mother as his old lady. She's still his wife, but that's how far it will now go regarding the club, which means she's no longer allowed on club property unless Bones changes his mind, and as far as myself and the brothers are concerned, you are no longer welcome either."
My mother goes to take my father's hand, but he moves away from her. "Leave now and take Emma with you."
My mother lets out another sob before gripping my sister's hand. They both walk past us, my mother looking at me with guilt. "I'm sorry," she rasps, but I turn my head back into Zayne's neck, who holds me tighter while the prospects escort them out before I look at my father with my own guilt.
"Don't look at me like that Starry girl. I can't be with someone who used our youngest daughter as a cash cow, mentally bullied her, and allowed our eldest to abuse her. This isn't your fault, do you understand? It's hers."
I nod, my tears falling, hoping he doesn't resent me for his decision.
Chapter 26
Flame – Two Months Later
I chuckle as my son crawls past me with Bones hot on his heels. At nine months old, he's a little chubby firecracker and already tried to take his first steps last night.
Sighing, I look around the room. The walls are light with the right amount of lighting, while on the back wall, large, scripted letters fill it.
'Firefly's Art'
I smile wide. I really fucking hope she likes it.
Bones walks up next to me, my boy in his arms, his face in his neck. "You did good, son."
I nod. "I'm just hoping this gives her the motivation to paint again. These paintings are her last eight that Annie had left in storage."
He nods, looking at the large, painted motorcycle—the one they were knocked off of—and he sighs, "She's still holding onto her pain."
"She is. I'm trying every day, and every day she's becoming less tense."
He hums, "At least she's willing to give things away."
I nod, looking at the piece she did of our pond by memory, "It's not easy. I can see moments when she won't let me hug her because she's had a flashback. Emma's not helping either."
Emma's become a pain, but I can't exactly kill her sister now, can I? Can I?
No, nope I can't.
I sigh. "She cornered her last week, again blaming her for her mother's emotional state."
Bones shakes his head. "Whatever happens between myself and Shayla is not Star's fault, and I told Emma that straight yesterday. She showed up at Untamed Girls, mouthing off how her sister was exaggerating before shutting up when I told her I'd seen the proof." He shakes his head. "I love my wife; I do. For ten years, it was her and our girls that got me through my terror, and yet my youngest daughter rescues me, and I come home to find out she was blamed for what happened. I do love Shayla, but I just don't know how I can forgive her for what she put my little girl through."
"By maybe trying marriage counseling."
We both turn to Star's voice, and I smile at her, walking over to the vision that she has. Her hair is down, and she's wearing an off-white summer dress that hugs her perfect fucking tits nicely while it flares just above her knees. She looks like a fucking goddess, and my cock likes what he's seeing as it starts to harden.
Fuck.
I haven't had sex in months. The last time was when we made our boy, so I can't really fucking control him right now. I wrap my arm around her waist, hugging her to me as my other hand cups her cheek, my thumb gently stroking her jaw. "Your early Firefly." She nods before looking around. Her eyes instantlywelled up with tears seeing her work on the walls. The shop is only two doors down from Annie's bakery.
"Zayne, what-what is this?" She asks as she moves out of my hold, taking our boy into her arms as he squeezes his hands in her direction, mumbling, "Mama-mama," making me smile while Bones grins.
"This my shooting Star is your shop," she gasps. "I think it's time you started painting again Firefly, show the world your amazing talent. Your studio at HOME,” I make a point of saying home because it is her home, "is all set up waiting for you. We have church, then I have to go to the shop, so little man will be with my mother, and you will be painting again."
She shakes her head, looking around again. "I have been painting again, Zayne."
I shake my head at her. "Doing our son's room does not count, and you know it even if it does look fucking awesome."
And I'm not fucking lying either. She's painted the clubhouse on his back wall with every brother's bike in front of it, his name above. Now all the old ladies have requested something similar for their kids. She's already done Lilah's and Alexander's.
