“And so have millions of other women, Kitty! It’s awful, and you’re allowed to feel fucking sad about it. Youshouldbe sad. And you should be so fucking angry, because it’s unfair, and it’s cruel. But it’s also life. And you’re losing the rest of your family—including the club. They all love you, and you’re abandoning them, because you’d rather lie here and live in your memories, instead of cherishing what you have left.”
She rolled over, presenting me with her back.
I scoffed at her. “I’m not surprised, Kitty. Thank you so much for proving I was right. You’re nothing. It’s so fucking disappointing.”
“Do you remember that feeling you had when Dante took Bee from you?” Kitty asked quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Well, imagine that feeling, but knowing your child is never coming back.”
“And I continued on for Axel’s sake.”
“You still have your children, Rachel. That’s the difference.”
“And you still have Dante. But I suppose, once again, he’s left to pick up the pieces of your fucking messes. It’s just such a shame.”
I left the room, refusing to take part in her nonsense anymore.
Of course the woman had a right to grieve, but she didn’t have the right to waste her life away, neglecting her child and grandchildren.
And, if I was being completely honest, I didn’t want to see her anymore because I was scared.
I was scared that this was my future.
Alone. Lonely. Bitter. Depressed. She was emotionally wrecked from her past, and that could easily be me if I didn’t change my ways.
“No luck?” Dante called when he heard me stomping down the stairs.
“There are little ears, so I’ll refrain from saying what I really think. But she’s a word that begins with a C and ends in unt.”
“She’s hurting.”
“And you’re excusing her behaviour yet again. But I’d rather not fight with you over this.”
“You sure?” he grinned. “We’ve only got a few hours left before we sign that contract. Don’t you want to have fun whilst you still can?”
“Tempting, but no.”
“Fu… Jesus,” he corrected himself before he swore, well aware that Axel was listening to our every word. “Have you finally grown up?”
“Who is doing the contract?” I asked, changing the topic.
“I text Shark with the details, and he’s bringing our lawyer over. Him, Hacksaw and Vienna are going to be witnesses.”
“Ooh. How proper and official.”
“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? If it reassures you I meant every word I said, I’ll do things officially,” he said, picking Axel up out of the highchair and setting him down on the floor so he could crawl around.
He went straight over to the motorbike, and I silently cursed his obsession when Dante shot a smug look my way.
“He loves his bikes, huh?” He smirked, bringing his brew to his lips.
“Of course he does. Just like his fucking father.” His grin widened. The urge to slap the cup out of his hands was overwhelming. But then my eyes fell on his hand and noticed the new tattoo he had.
“Why do you have a bite mark tattooed on your hand?”
He chuckled into his cup and set it down on the table. “It’s yours.”
