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I shiver as Bradley rasps, “Down, tiger,” and I lean against him, tilting my head slightly and Dad snorts, “Guess you were right, Thunder…” And my boyfriend’s chest rumbles with a laugh against my back.

“My nose, she-she broke my nose,” Rachel cries, “She stole my son, she stole my husband, and now she’s broken my nose!” I look her way as I keep my head tilted towards Bradley and notice her holding her bloodied nose, and she snaps, “I’m going to sue you, you're going to lose your job, everything!”

“You charged towards your sister, we have CCTV as proof,” Dad sighs. “Honestly, Rachel, I don’t understand what your problem is with Scottie. This is more than you wanting attention and hating having that attention shared growing up. Enough is enough. We never should have taken your side when you seduced and had an affair with your sister’s boyfriend. We never should have helped with childcare when you purposely got yourself pregnant. And we never should have listened to your lies, breaking your sister’s heart.”

Mama continues, “You are on leave at the firm effective immediately, and all of your cases will be reviewed to ensure that you are the one who did the work. I’ve heard the rumors and I’m done trying to protect you.”

Rachel chokes out a gasp while Bradley squeezes his arm around my waist and he whispers, “I said easy, tiger,” and I lock my jaw.

Did I try to move and attack my sister again? Yes, yes I did.

She’s a spoiled, selfish bitch, and four times her eyes have gone to Bradley. Even now, she’s glaring at his arm around my waist.

It’s like she hates it when I’m happy, all because I was born.

“She keeps staring at you,” I mumble, causing him to snort, then kiss the back of my neck that sends shivers down my spine just as my sister demands, “Since when do you listen to her, huh? She’s lied, she doesn’t have a proper job, and she’s trying to steal my husband!”

My lips twitch with amusement despite my anger, as Lorenzo chuckles, “Stop before you embarrass yourself even more, Rachel,” then he turns to his wife and demands, “Go pack now, you’re no longer welcome here, and you’ll hear from my lawyer!”

“Lo!” Rachel snaps as she drops her hand against her bleeding nose, and I mention, “You may want to get your nose reset, otherwise, you’ll be at risk of septal hematoma,” causing her to glare my way, and I smirk, “I would do it, but I’m just the cleaner, right?”

I hear a snort that sounds like my mama, which is shocking, as Rachel’s nostrils flare. Bradley gently cups my cheek and tilts my head his way, our eyes lock.

“Did I ever tell you that I like it when you’re possessive?” he mumbles, and I scrunch my nose up.

It’s a side I never even knew I had but I guess if he likes it.

Bradley chuckles before kissing my lips in a chaste kiss to stop my retort because he knows he looks cocky right now. I murmur, “Can we go home now?” I lock eyes with his, “Preferably before I smack my soon-to-be ex sister-in-law, who I know, instead of packing, is currently staring at you.”

“Yeah,” he grins, “we can go home. I’ll be picking Sammie up tomorrow before taking him to school. We have the evening together and right now, you and me in the shower sounds fucking amazing.”

“Dude, that is my sister!” I hear Lo gag and I grin as my sister spits, “He’s probably using her!”

Bradley waggles his brows at me, and I shake my head at him with a smile. While no, he isn’t using me like Rachel hopes, always wanting to see me hurt, he will be using my body in a little while and my skin burns with the need for him.

“What does he even see in her?” I hear Yasmin spit, but Bradley ignores her and keeps my focus on him as he says, “We need to discuss you coming to Wincher. Doc has a job in line, the residency program has an opening, and I need to go home. I won’t leave without you and Sammie…”

I suck in a breath, and a little bit of fear hits me and despite hearing Yasmin shout and yell at my brother who I’m guessing is dragging her out of the yard. Despite hearing my sister plead with our parents not to listen to whatever lies I’ve apparently told. That Kavan was always hers and that I’ve ruined her marriage – which is laughable. I stand there with my boyfriend who looks ready to knock me out and drag me to Wincher.

Can I do it? Can I pack up my whole life and leave?

Will Bradley become the family that I’ve always wanted, or will he break my heart the way my family has?

Chapter 20

Thunder

“Are you picking me up?” Sammie asks as I pull into the drop-off lane. I quickly look at the little guy and flash a grin as I reply, “Yeah, I’ll be picking you up, buddy,” and he grins as he fist bumps the air.

“And we’re packing, right? I mean if you and the brothers haven’t finished it?” he confirms as he wiggles in his seat with excitement. I move forward a little, keeping an eye on the idiot in front who doesn’t understand how to crawl forward and keeps slamming on his brakes like a tool.

I swear, if I had the harness on my bike, I’d ride with Sammie to make drop-off easier, but I just haven’t gotten around to it. You know, with the whole adoption being finalized. I’m just glad Sammie was thrilled when I brought him in on my plan because if he wanted to stay with Rachel, I knew I would have to probably think about leaving my club because my girl wouldn’t leave him.

“Yeah, but remember, your aunt doesn’t know we’re moving tomorrow,” I remind him, and he chuckles, “She’s going to kill you,” and I hum, not disagreeing with him before narrowing my eyes at the idiot in front who has once again held up the line.

I watch the idiot for a moment as we crawl forward before giving Sammie my attention, and I say, “She’ll be alright,” hoping he believes my lie, but by the giggle, I know he doesn’t.

Since last night, since breaking her sister’s nose, which was fucking hot, my girl has been stressed out. I haven’t really had the moment to tell her that I wasn’t giving her the option about coming home with me. I haven’t told her that we’re leaving tomorrow instead of in two weeks like I planned. Also, Dr. Thomas has already taken her resignation after writing her a glowing recommendation that she didn’t need.