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Gemma stared down at the screen of her phone, the sharp ping of the notification cutting through the heavy silence of the Teller-Morrow office. Reading his words, a knot tightened in her chest, though her face remained an unreadable mask of iron-willed composure. (...)
cowardly to live for the kids you have left. Sit at that table. Glower all you want. But look at Jaxโs face when you do, and remember who kept this family intact while you were busy drowning in your own self-pity. See you at church, kid. โ (...)
Gemma stared at her phone in the dim Teller-Morrow office, her jaw tightening as Opieโs accusations stung. Her ring-clad fingers tapped the screen with aggressive force. She refused to let him make her the villain for keeping them all alive. (...)
Then stop poisoning him against the family that built him. The war isn't inside these walls unless you choose to fight it. Put your resentment away before it digs another grave. Come to the table or get out of the way." (...)
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Gemma didn't blink as she let the heavy door swing shut behind her, the dry Arizona wind dying down to a suffocating heat inside. She let her gaze sweep the empty room before settling right back on those blue eyes behind the bar, (...)
"I know exactly how many miles I logged to get here, and I don't give a damn about your no-flags policy, I'm here for family, not the club. Jax sent me, Hawkens." Gemma leaned in, lowering her voice so it carried a rare, deadly seriousness meant only for his ears. (...)
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The roar of the Harley engines outside St. Thomas usually meant one of two things: trouble... or the club. Most of the time, they were the exact same thing. (...)
And running out of money isn't the only thing that brings a girl back to the place she burned down."
Gemma reached out ucking a stray lock of hair behind Kayla's ear, a gesture that felt less like comfort and more like a claim. (...)