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I nod my head before turning around in his arms. I look him in the eyes, his bright blue ones showing longing and pain as well as love—deep, deep love—and I break the connection, feeling myself wanting to give in but not stupid enough to do so. I lightly take hold of his left hand that's up in the sling, and there it is the heart I drew with our initials inside. I nod as he leans forward, placing his nose on the top of my head, breathing me in, and he sighs, "You still don't smell like your paints. Annalise only has a couple left to sell, you know."
I hum, gripping his t-shirt. Painting hasn't come to mind since moving. I've been more focused on Theo and finding my father, plus I realized my paintings centered around my love for Zayne, and without him, my passion was gone.
I lean forward and rest my head on his chest, my ear going over his heart, making sure it's still pumping. The blood is still fully in my mind, and he holds me tighter. "I'm okay, Firefly."
I nod. "But you're not resting."
He hums, our son's giggles echoing through the room, "Because I needed to see you. I knew you wouldn't want to come to the clubhouse, so I had to come here."
I sigh and close my eyes, just enjoying this for one moment, and silently groan when he speaks.
"How about some revenge, baby?"
I pull back and look at him, and he smiles. I look towards Slicer, who grins while Meghan looks almost giddy, making me raise a brow at her, but she just shrugs. "I may have taken vows as a doctor, but this bitch needs to pay. Annie lost her baby; my daughter was traumatized, and you, well yeah, she needs to pay."
I slowly smile and nod my head while the men chuckle. Zayne goes over to our son, picking him up with one hand,making me and Meghan scold him because of his arm, but he ignores us as Theo nuzzles into his father's neck, making my eyes water. Meghan gives me a sad smile before helping me get Theo's things ready. She takes him from a scowling Zayne and puts him in his car seat before taking him out to her Jeep while I lock up with Zayne hovering near me. I climb in next to Theo, Zayne sits in the front while Meghan and Lilah sit behind me, and we head to the clubhouse.
My hands sweat with thoughts of seeing everyone again when Zayne clears his throat. "Everyone knows everything." My eyes snap to him and widen. "Well, they don't know about Theo, and they don't know about what your mother and sister did, but they know the rest." He turns to look at me. "I couldn't have them thinking you're some selfish bitch baby, because you're not; being around the club is hard for you."
I nod my head in understanding, and the rest of the ride is quiet except for Lilah talking to Theo, who giggles at his new best friend.
We arrive back at the clubhouse within ten minutes, and I swallow hard as we come to a stop before we all get out. I unclick my boy, who instantly nuzzles into my neck while Zayne wraps his good arm around my waist, leading me inside. Slicer goes in first with his girls before we follow.
Everyone is here.
Shit.
Cammy sees us first and says, "Oh my god, Starfish." She gasps, making everyone quiet before they look at me and then at Theo. Everyone except the council brothers freezes in shock, seeing Zayne's double as he looks at his daddy.
"Dadadada." He murmurs grumpily, holding his arms out for him, making Zayne smile while I mumble, "Traitor," with asmile. He takes off his sling, making me scowl at him, but he just shrugs, taking hold of Theo, grunting a little, making me growl about to rip him a new one until he speaks.
"Firefly," he warns, narrowing his eyes, and I sigh because no one, not even me, can stop him where his son is concerned. I shake my head before looking at everyone, wincing because I forgot they were staring, and I clear my throat.
"Uh everyone, I uh guess I'd like you to meet our son, Theodore Matthew Silvers."
My father grins at hearing his name in my son's while Tank puffs his chest with pride, making me chuckle at them. Everyone stays silent, looking at my son in shock, while my mother looks ready to bawl, but I ignore her. I gently run my fingers through my son's hair when Ella, Zayne's momma, comes out of her shocked state and says, "You kept my grandson away from us, away from your own mother, my son's child away from him?"
I look at her, and I can see she's angry, but in hindsight, she has no right. I was protecting my child. "I kept my son away from the club that had a traitor."
Her eyes flash with fury before she shouts, "THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD THEM ABOUT HER!" causing my son to cry, and I narrow my eyes. I love Ella; I do. She's more of a mother to me than my own, but I will not have her upset my child. I point at her while Tank stands up, "You will not raise your voice around my child!"
She takes a step forward, and Tank stands in front of her, making her lean around him to point at me angrily, “THEN YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE KEPT HIM FROM US, HIS FAMILY, HIS FATHER.”
Theo cries some more, and Zayne growls, but I step forward, pissed off. I don't know how I manage it, but I do. I keep my voice calm but hard. "Then I wouldn't have found my father alive!" That shuts her up, and she swallows hard. "For eleven years, I have been trying to find my dad while all of you were telling me I was crazy and that he was dead.
If I had come forward and said I knew who the traitors were, then Hairy would have killed my father. If I had come forward and said I was pregnant with Zayne's baby, then Ginger would have killed my baby any way she could, so don't you dare stand there and act like I'm the bad person here when I had to go through pregnancy ALONE,” she flinches. "I had to go through labor ALONE. And that was after I'd spent years watching the man I was deeply in love with screw anything with a skirt, including my own backstabbing of a bitch sister, because he thought he knew what was best for me."
She winces, but I'm not done.
"All that was before I was RAPED ANALLY because of this club," the men flinch while tears fall from Ella's eyes. "All that was before my own SISTER bullied me for years, blaming me for my father's 'death'; all that Ella before my own MOTHER stole my inheritance on my eighteenth birthday, telling me I owed a holiday to her and my sister because I killed my father, the same mother who pulled me out of art school because art doesn't pay HER bills," my father's eyes widen while my mother's face pales. "Since I was ten years old, I've had to listen to my mother blame me for my father's death.
Physically call me names; ignore the bullying I suffered at school; the sexual assaults because of who I was affiliated with and who my sister was all while working my ass off because the bills were now my responsibility because I killed my father." Her eyes widened. "Iwas even selling my paintings at Annie's bakery because she took all of my wages, and I had nothing left to live on because I wasn't even allowed to eat the food I paid for, only for her and my sister to grab that as well. If it weren't for Annie's quick thinking while I was away making an account in Zayne's name for me, then for every painting sold, the money would have gone to her considering she's been demanding it since I left, and that is over $57,000 dollars."
I look around the room, everyone looking at my mother and sister, pissed off, who have gone white as a sheet, before looking back at the woman I saw as a mother. "Why in the hell would I want my son here after all that? Please, Ella, please tell me what you would have done if the roles were reversed. If you had your father's life on the line, your son's safety, your sanity, and your heart, what would you have done differently to me?"
She let out a sob. "Nothing, absolutely nothing."
I nod before looking at Zayne, who is struggling with his emotions, and he gives me a nod, knowing what I want, so he passes Meghan, my boy, and I look at her and say, "He does not go near my mother or sister." She nods, determination in her eyes, before she grabs her daughter's hand and all three of them with Leah trailing, her boy in her arms heading out the back, going to the houses that are built. I noticed Mel slink off too with Annie and her daughter, making me smirk all while my mother looked on with guilt, wanting to argue with my decision as Ella apologized over and over to Tank, begging her to let her meet her grandson, who wouldn't let her follow them. He stands tall, going against his old lady for his grandson, and I absolutely respect him for that.
