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My family, my family, my family.
Tears filled my eyes, but I was smiling too. I wanted to hug Mum and Dad so damn bad.
I was halfway down the hallway when I heard Quake call, “Wrong way.”
Turning, I raced by Quake and Saint and made my way to the stairs. When I heard the voices, I took two at a time. Familiar voices that had my heart clenching.
Voices I missed and loved.
At the bottom of the stairs, the crowd parted to reveal Mum and Dad.
I gripped at the material on my chest as I grinned and let the tears fall.
“Kid, get your arse over here,” Dad ordered.
With a sob, I ran at them and barrelled into their bodies as we wrapped each other up. I clung to them both, burying my face into their arms.
“Fuck,” Dad clipped, voice tight with emotions. His hand cupped the back of my head, and I felt him kiss against my hair. “Christ, Rommy.”
“I know,” I whispered. “I know.”
“Holy goddamn shit,” Mum cried, hugging me tighter. “My baby girl. Scared the life outta me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault. Not anyone’s fault but those fucking monsters who nabbed you.” She cupped my cheeks and pulled my head up. “I know you said it, baby girl, but tell me honestly, did they hurt you?”
“No. I promise. They wanted us untouched for our buyers.”
Mum’s jaw clenched, and she looked over my head. “Tell me we have these fuckers.”
“Low,” Dad warned. I glanced back to see the Diamond MC president standing with his arms crossed.
“It’s fine, Dodge,” Country said before he looked at Mum. “We’ll make sure their business is shut down one way or another.”
Mum nodded and went back to cupping my cheeks. “Did you kick arse?”
Dad groaned and palmed his face while I grinned up at her. “I sure did.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Can I get a hug now?”
My eyes widened. I hadn’t noticed anyone else but my parents. They moved to my brother and Maya.
“Guys,” I whispered, fresh tears welling.
Texas swallowed thickly as he reached out, snagged my wrist in his hand, and yanked me into him, hugging me tight.
“Fucking hell, Rom. You’re never going anywhere on your own. You’ll have someone at your back when dealin’ with customers too. This shit will never fuckin’ happen again.”
I nodded against his chest. I didn’t care if he organised someone to glue themselves to me, I knew how worried my family would have been, and I was willing to ease their stress in any way I could until the day I died.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, voice thick with emotions.
He gently smacked the back of my head. “You think I wouldn’t come help get my pain-in-the-arse sister from America?” His hands went to my shoulders, and he pushed me back to turn me to where Maya was waiting.
With a watery laugh, I clung to her.
