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“You know what would keep him safe? You not getting involved in the MC in the first place. You—” Her breath caught, and I hated the pain in her voice. “What would keep him safe… would have kept them all safe, was if you had listened to me.”

“I’m sorry, baby bird—”

“Don’t call me that.”

I closed my eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.”

I should have left her alone and let her live her life far away from me and all the danger and toxicity that I brought with me.

I was about to hang up when her voice rang out. “Wait.”

I paused.

“Bring Braxton to me. I’ll look after him, Dom. I’ll do what you couldn’t have done for me. I’ll keep your son safe.”

I closed my eyes. “Fuck. Thank you, Jenny.”

“It’s not for you,” she said, her voice hardening. “He’s my nephew. Of course I’ll take him.”

I blinked and looked away. “I know. I’m still grateful.”

“Just send me his flight details when you have them.”

With that, she hung up, leaving me sitting in the silence of the night, feeling the weight of the world bearing down on me.

Fuck, but I hoped this was the correct choice.

I hopped off my bike and headed inside the house.

Sure enough, Kai was sitting in the living room, messing around with his phone. He looked up when he heard me.

He opened his mouth, probably to ask if I knew anything, and I shook my head. “I’m calling for church tomorrow. Go to bed, son. You should—you should sleep here, tonight.”

It wasn’t just Braxton I didn’t want out of my sight.

I didn’t know how I would be able to keep both of my boys safe.

Fuck, but what would I do if anything happened to them?

Burn down the fucking world and everyone in it.

Kai nodded and stood up. I gently grabbed the back of his neck when he passed and held him close to me.

He looked at me questioningly with his blue eyes. It still fucking got to me just how much he looked like me.

Kai was my spitting image, but he was so much more than that. He was my better self.

I patted his back. “Night, son.”

“Night, Dad.”

I listened as he padded up the stairs to his old bedroom, and I waited there a beat before I made my way to Braxton’s room.

He was sleeping soundly, and it didn’t seem as though he was plagued by any nightmares.

Hopefully, things would be better once he was on the plane to New Zealand and far away from danger.

Maybe then, I wouldn’t feel so fucking volatile.

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