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So I let him go. I let everything dear to me go. The life I knew. The life I always thought I’d spend by his side. I let that go.

I wouldn’t trade our memories or scars. I wouldn’t change my decisions, the ones that made me fall in love with him.

I wouldn’t change a thing.

So, as my heart was breaking, I had to accept that letting him go was going to hurt, but if didn’t hurt, then he wouldn’t be the love of my life, would he?

Chapter 7

Turning my back to the door, I leaned against it.Closing my eyes tightly, I heard his car start up. This was happening. This was really happening. I wasn’t going to see him again. I listened as the familiar sound of his engine grew fainter.

“He’s gone,”Cole all but barked at me, forcing me to open my eyes. At least I wasn’t crying. The last thing I wanted them to see was weakness.

“Thanks, I hadn’t noticed,” I snapped.

“In here now,”

Right, the bikies.

Now to deal with them.

I rolled my eyes and pulled myself together as I walked back towards the dining room.

I noticed that Jax was sitting next to Adam, with his arms crossed, glaring at me. Why was he pissed off? He wasn’t the one about to get a grilling!

Cole went and sat next to Tyler. Troy had positioned himself at the head of the table, with authority.

I stood at the opposite end of the table with my arms crossed.

“You will no longer ride with any gang. You will no longer associate with any gang members. You will go to school, do your homework and, when you attend parties, they will be high school parties. Do you understand?” Troy demanded, his jaw clenched and his arms tightly crossed.

I keep my face blank, showing no emotion.

I was in no position to disagree, but it was against my nature to simply give in.

“Do you understand?” Cole venomously questioned.

“And that tattoo will be removed,” Tyler spoke up.

“And you will be handing over your gun,” Adam added.

A smirk spread across my face and I cocked my left eyebrow.

No way in hell was I handing my gun over, nor was I getting my tattoo removed.

”Don’t give us that look. You have no choice,” Troy informed me firmly.

As soon as that sentence left his mouth, my father opened the double doors leading in from the sitting room. He had a smile on his face, clearly happy to have all his kids in his house.

That was when the solution hit me.

If they wanted to ruin my life, I might as well throw them for a loop as well.

As if right on cue, I burst into tears.

And just like that, my dad rushed to my side.

And I fought hard to not let a smile cross my lips.

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