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“Stop right there!” I interrupt, holding up a hand. “I don’t want any questions. Let’s get this shit show on the road. Call all the fucking lawyers, detectives and dirty bastards you know. I’m taking the bitch down no matter what, and I’m getting my daughter back.”
“Our daughter, little bird,” Rebel growls.
“I...did you…?” I gasp, eyes wide. Did they open the envelope without me? I know Jax said he didn’t, but Rebel was never good with secrets or temptation.
“No. But we’ve decided it doesn’t fucking matter. I don’t give a shit what a piece of paper says, she’s ours and we’re not letting her go.”
I’m touched by his passion, but unsurprised. “Ace?”
“Same.”
“Thorn?”
“Behold,” he cries, throwing out his hands, “the field of fucks that I give. And see that it is barren...I’m all in.”
I laugh and give him a soft smile.
“Baxter?”
“I've got your back, as always.” His reply is a little more cryptic, but I expect that from him.
“I don’t care either,” a voice says from behind me, making me jump. Jax. I spin to face him, knowing he was the most unsure about us.
“Are you certain?” I ask hesitantly, shy of him after what happened upstairs.
“The only thing I’m more certain of is my love for you. Both.”
I don’t want to think about that declaration. It’s just a sex haze, isn’t it? He was so ready to walk, so unwilling to forgive.
“So what’s the plan? What do we do?” I rub my hands together, inpatient for action.
“Do you trust us?”
“With my life.” I don’t hesitate to reply.
“We’re calling everyone and everything we have in, like you just said,” Jax replies. “The first step is getting Phoenix back, then making this court case go away. Once that’s done, we’re taking Cordelia down for good. And all who are associated with her.”
Thorn raises his hand like he’s in school and has a question for the teacher, making me smile. Old habits and all.
“Yes, Thorn?” I smirk.
“And a holiday. We need a fucking holiday in there too.”
“Agreed,” I laugh. My last real holiday was Italy with Lizzie. We hadn’t booked anywhere for the summer after she finished her exams at West Prep, but we had been talking about going to France again – just the two of us. I miss her. Even now all these years later, I miss her so much it hurts. Especially when she unexpectedly pops into my head at random moments like this.
“So what do we do first? I mean, I know it’s get Nix back, but how do we do that?” I ask.
“We’ve lodged a complaint with social services, petitioning to get Nix home. We have to submit evidence to counter the claims drawn against you, which we have ready to go.”
“Such as?” I frown. It’s not possible. This isn’t a battle we can win. Because although twisted and warped, a lot of what Cordelia is claiming is true. Sort of.
“We have a father on Nix’s birth certificate and the deeds to this house have your name on. We have your bank statements to prove your steady finances, and character testimonies to what an amazing mother you are from several reputable witnesses. They’ve got nothing.”
I’m overwhelmed by the onslaught of information coming my way. To begin with, I was sure that once Nix’s father was revealed, all of the other guys would disappear from our lives. Now they’re telling me it doesn’t matter? What’s more, they’re prepared to stay and help and fight to get Nix back. I don’t know what to say.
“No crying, little bird,” Rebel warns, coming over to wrap his enormous arms around me. I sniff and do as I’m told.
“How can you do all of that stuff?”
