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Noah’s jaw tenses. “I see and we’re just suppose to wait indefinitely? We came to you because we hope to work with you but we have no qualms about taking this to a courtroom if we have to. You two are the ones with no rights here.”
“Noah,” I hiss, my heart pounding and my stomach churning. They are standing between us and our son right now so threatening them isn’t his brightest idea. TJ holds his hand up.
“We understand that this was not your choice but we’ve been the ones taking care of him for the past seven years and I think that will count for something.”
Noah’s eyes get that determined glint in them and my heart feels like it’s going to burst. “Is that how it’s going to be then?”
TJ nods.
Shit.
This is not going as planned… at all.
Both men stand, looking like they are ready to face off and I jump up, holding my hands out between them.
“Wait, please. If we do this, if we go down this road then Nicholas is the one that’s going to get hurt.”
“She’s right,” Kelly says, standing up with the rest of us as she turns to me. “Please give us two weeks to decide and we’ll let you know.”
I nod. “I guess I can live with that.”
The boys continue to glare at each other as Kelly and I exchange numbers. She promises to contact us before the two weeks are up and Noah threatens her with a lawsuit if we don’t hear from them by then before we manage to make it out of the door. As soon as we’re outside, TJ slams the door in our face and I spin on my toes, growling as I march down the front step and cross the street to the truck.
“Kady,” Noah calls, jogging to catch up with me and when he reaches me, I shove him.
“Why couldn’t you just be nice?”
He sighs and wraps his arms around me as I continue trying to fight him but without warning, all the fight leaves my body and I start to cry, gripping his t-shirt.
“It’s going to be okay, baby,” he whispers to me and I nod my head, hoping against hope that he’s right.
Chapter Twenty
Noah
“I really shouldn’t leave you,” I mutter as I turn to look at her as she lies in bed next to me in a tight little tank top that draws my gaze down to her tits. When I glance back up at her face, she rolls her eyes.
“Noah, the club rigged this place up with a shit-ton of security and you’re having two of them come babysit me today. I’ll be perfectly fine.”
I cross my arms over my chest and stare up at the ceiling as I grumble. Something about leaving her on her own to go on a run with the club doesn’t sit right with me but she won’t listen. She thinks it’ll be good for me to get back into club life now that she’s actually convinced they have changed but there is just this gnawing sensation in my gut that I’m having trouble ignoring. We haven’t heard from Biche since his guys showed up here at the cabin and the lack of contact is driving me out of my mind. If he were making moves or coming at us, I could face him head-on but when he’s cowering in the shadows like the rat he is, I can’t see his attack coming. And if he manages to get his hands on her again…
Pushing the thought away, I roll over and hook my arm over her belly as I lean in and nip at her skin. “Maybe I just can’t stand to be away from you.”
“You expect me to buy that line?” she asks, laughing and I scowl.
“What? It’s the truth.”
Laughing again, she reaches up and smooths her thumb down the middle of my forehead. “Tell that to your worry lines.”
“You saying I have wrinkles?”
“I don’t know,” she muses, cocking her head to the side as she studies me. “You are going to be thirty in a couple years.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl and she throws her head back, laughing. I’m not necessarily concerned with how old I am but when she reminds me that I’m almost thirty fucking years old, I can’t help but think of all the years I wasted behind bars. I glare at her. “If I didn’t have to go soon, I’d strip you out of these clothes and make you pay for that.”
She smiles. “I suppose you’d better hurry back, then.”
“You gonna be naked when I do?”
