“Jessica, your uncles flew in this morning. They are here to see…”
“Claim,” King roughly corrected. “Don’t need a DNA test to know she is a Montclair.”
“Then we need to have that discussion, King.” Reaper advised.
“No discussion. She is my niece. That makes her a sister of the Sons of Hell. She is coming home with us.”
“The hell she is!” I growled. “She’s mine.”
The brother standing to the right of King grinned. “Oh, please let me have him King.”
“Wait a damn minute,” Jess said, releasing me and walking right up to the three men as if they were nothing at all. “I am not going anywhere with any of you. Who the fuck do you think you are? You don’t have any right to tell me what to do. You are strangers to me and if you think you have some idiotic claim to me you can kiss my ass.”
All three men flinched.
It was subtle but I saw it.
Reaching out for Jess, I grabbed the back of her scrubs and slowly pulled her back to me. Wrapping my arms around her, I looked to Reaper for guidance. This was his realm, he would know what to say, because I wanted to punch the fucker eager to lay into me.
“Jessica, can you please go check on Ink?”
“She isn’t going anywhere,” King stated, standing his ground.
“I’m not leaving,” Jess added, agreeing with her uncle.
The door at the top of the stairs opened and down walked Roxy, holding Hailey. “I know sweet thing. Let’s see if your uncle is awake.”
Before anyone could say anything, Roxy pushed herself through the three men as if they were nothing and handed me Hailey. “She has been changed and fed.” When Hailey was in my arms, Roxy hauled off and slapped me upside the head and added. “Hurt my baby girl again and I will make you a eunuch. Got me, Savage?”
“Yes ma’am.” I quickly nodded.
When Roxy turned to leave, she stopped and stared at King, Gunner and Pyro, shaking her head. “I ought to take a switch to the three of you.”
I watched as King and his brothers backed up, holding up their hands. “We didn’t know.”
“That’s no excuse!” Roxy shouted, pointing her finger at the three of them. Reaper had the good sense to get out of the way as he came over to stand beside me and whispered, “Do you know what’s going on?”
“Uh, Roxy is about to hand these asshole’s their asses?” I guessed, watching the show.
“I told you months ago!”
“We were kind of busy with club shit. We didn’t have time to investigate.”
“Too busy for your niece!” Roxy shouted standing right up to King as if she were berating a small child. Roxy was a wild card. She did what she wanted and took no shit from anyone. The former Ol’lady to Moonshine, Roxy ruled the Tennessee Chapter with an iron fist. None of the Tennessee boys went against Roxy. She was club royalty and even though her old man was now dead, her opinion still held power within the club. Part of the old guard, Roxy was a respected and loved member of the Golden Skulls. No one fucked with Roxy and lived. Ever.
“Come on Aunt Roxy,” King sighed. “We’re here now.”
“Aunt Roxy!” Reaper, Jess and I shouted at the same time.