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“Why are you here and not at the house?” I snapped at Hannah. Wasn’t like her to be out of the house early in the morning. “And why aren’t you dressed?” I added. Eve’s excuse ran through my mind, making me cringe.

Dad looked up from his phone and then glanced at Eve, suppressing a smile. He would know my bad mood was thanks to her.

“I have a doctor’s appointment.” Hannah tilted her head, staring at me. “Why are you in a bad mood?” Her voice was gentle like always. Though it had concern in it as if she was worried she had done something to upset me.

It wasn’t her; it was all thanks to Eve.

“Your twin.” I shot a glare at Eve who was walking to Dad’s other side.

Hannah smiled. She knew I didn’t have a problem with her and went back to munching on her toast.

So I was the only Wilson spending their life in hell today. Eve and Hannah both had got out of it. Well, if Dad let them off, I was sure as hell going to try too.

“I’m going to work on my bike.” I crossed my arms, seeing if he would stop me.

Dad’s eyes shot off Eve and on to me. “You’ve got school.”

I groaned. Why! Why must I waste my life at school! Bloody school!

The clubhouse door burst open and mum stormed in. “I’m not going. You hear me, Reaper? I’m not going.” Mum came to a stop at my side. “I’m not putting up with one more smartass remark. I’m not going!”

Looks like Mum was picking up an argument she had been having with Dad, till he escaped to the clubhouse. I smirked. I knew for a fact he hated fighting with her.

Dad rolled his eyes, looking frustrated. “Abby, we have already had this discussion. You are going.” Seems like Dad thought the argument had ended when he’d escaped to the clubhouse.

“No. We don’t need the money. I’m not going!” Mum stood firmly next to me and she was the only living person on this planet that would face down the Reaper and win an argument. Not even us kids won an argument with Dad.

Mum was a professor at the university and she lectured on art culture as well as other fields. She was really smart and I often wondered what made her so driven. She had to be driven to finish a bachelor, then a masters, and then go on to a doctorate.

I didn’t get her love for school. Or wanting to further my education. I took after my father. Hannah, however, took after Mum.

“Abby, you can’t stop going halfway through a semester! You can’t just quit!”

“Watch me.”

Dad got up. “Think of the example you’re setting for the kids. If things get hard, quit? Is that what you want to teach them?”

“Oh, so you are going to try and tell me I’m a bad parent now? All because I don’t want to stand up and give a lecture and just have boys drool at me!” Mum did not look her age; if anything, she could pass as early twenties. She was beautiful. Men, and it would seem boys as well, noticed that. “I have more male students than I do females!”

Mum was the only hot professor at that university. Made sense that boys enrolled in her class just to stare at her.

Dad knew that too. Which was why it was killing him to come up with another excuse on why she shouldn’t quit. He hated men staring at Mum. I don’t know how many fights he got into over it. Like at the club party this weekend. A man grabbed Mum by the arm and Dad nearly killed him.

No one touched Mum. Everyone knew that. Even other charters knew that. But we hadn’t been partying with our charters; another motorcycle gang we were at peace with had rode in. Dad put them up and was putting up with them till one of them touched Mum.

“Abby, drop it. You are going.” Dad laid it down like it was law. “I already have Eve and Hannah home for the day. I won’t be having you as well.”

Dad knew when it came to the three of them they would gang up on him, wasting his day. Eve and Hannah liked nothing more than to drag Dad to the cinema room and force him to watch movie after movie.

I don’t know why he sat through the movies or put up with it.

“Fine.” Mum’s eyes narrowed. “You can come.”

“What!”

“You can come and they can all meet my husband. Change into a t-shirt, I want them to see all your tattoos.” Mum crossed her arms, looking rather smug with her plan. “And vest, the whole deal. I want them scared to the point they won’t even glance in my direction.”

“You want me to scare your students?” Dad said, not believing it.

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