10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
SHERIDAN
N eal grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the back of the car, my hands being tied with thick rope in front of me meant I couldn’t stop myself from falling to land in the dirt. My scalp screamed in pain as I tried to pick myself up using my legs. He slammed the door shut and grabbed me under the arm, hauling me to my feet.
“You’re going on a boat ride, slut,” he said in my ear. “Be a good whore and I’ll think about leaving our daughters alone.”
I felt a chuckle rise in my throat and escape.
“What the fuck is so funny?” he ground out.
“You’ll never find them. Cooper will never let you get your hands on them.”
His smile dropped and he hissed at me, grabbing the sides of my face, squeezing my jaw painfully. “They’ll never find you . You’re about to be sold, and you’ll be lost forever. Not so fucking funny now, is it?”
As if he’d engineered it this way, a speedboat arrived at the dock, and Neal found his smile again.
“Say goodbye,” he whispered in my ear. I shuddered at the intimate way he was breathing into my ear as he held onto my hips. A man got off the boat, two men with him dressed in all black, as if they were military. They had guns strapped to their sides, so I knew I’d be shot if I tried to run. I could feel my body shake involuntarily with fear.
“This is her, you like what you see?” he asked, shoving me forward. I fell to my knees as I looked up at the tall, built man. He had scars on his neck and arms, peeking out from under his shirt. He looked incredibly intimidating, but there was something behind his eyes that told me I was safer with him than with Neal. Whatever awaited me on that boat, I was in a better place than here in Neal’s world.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, looking down at me, a frown lining his deep brown eyebrows. It looked like he was trying to decide if he was going to take me. I was shaking, unable to stop as I looked over at the man who had fathered my two children, who had been my husband, who had at one point loved me.
I didn’t see that man standing there. I saw a demon.
Just as I felt the guy’s hand on my arm, squeezing, he pulled me back as movement occurred from every corner. Men ran ahead, guns raised, blocking my view.
What the hell was this?
ACE
Twelve Hours Earlier
I could barely breathe.
My heart was in my chest constantly as I tried to walk off my frustration. She was gone, no one could find her. An ache so deep reverberated in my chest as I thought of all the things that could be happening to her right now and I wasn’t there to protect her, to keep her safe.
I swivelled around when I felt a hand on my shoulder, ready to punch. Hawk ducked just as I swung and missed, stumbling away. Hawk grabbed me before I lost my balance and made sure I stayed upright.
“What the fuck?” I grunted out.
“Percy is on the phone,” he said, pushing the phone into my hand. I looked down at it before I put it to my ear.
“Yeah.”
“I found her,” he said. Relief flooded through my body, making it hard to stay upright, especially given how much Jack Daniels I’d ingested recently.
“What?”
“I bought her off the fucker,” he said. “She’s being delivered tomorrow morning at the dock.”
Jesus.
“Thank you, Percy. I’ll pay you back for everything you paid.”
“Fuck off,” he said. “It’s not about money, but I do want to take this fuckhead down. I have an idea, but I need to bring your guys in.”
“Name it.”
He told me his plan and immediately I was in. I’d get her back and Neal would be taken care of, one less fucking prick for Percy to have to deal with.
“You got it,” I told him when he finished. “I’ll bring them up to speed. I’ll see you at the dock tomorrow.”
I hung up and handed the phone back to Hawk, who hadn’t strayed too far away.
“What’s the deal?”
“He got her, and we have a way to get Neal taken care of so he leaves them all alone.”
Hawk nodded. “When?”
“Tomorrow.”
“That’s not a lot of time to prepare,” he mentioned.
“We don’t have time. This is it.”
“All right, brother,” he said. “Let’s go inside and let them know what we’re doing.”
SHERIDAN
I looked all around us as I recognised the familiar ghost logo on the back of the cuts. It was them.
The Ghost Rebels.
They were here.
They found me.
My head swivelled around to look for Cooper. The man who held me released my arm just as I saw Cooper step out of the shadows, his gun raised at the men who Neal had brought with him. Two shots, both bullets hit dead centre in their foreheads. I jumped at the sound of the bullets and their bodies falling to the ground. Their deaths were so quick that their eyes remained open, staring up into the sky. Neal fell onto his hands and knees, crawling as he tried to get away, but he was surrounded.
Cooper took his eyes off him and turned to me. I saw the rage in his eyes, the overwhelming darkness he fought to control when he was angry right there in those beautiful hazel irises. He closed the distance between us, his free hand going to the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair before he pulled me to him, his lips crashing down onto mine. I leaned into the searing kiss, my mind going blank as I relished the feel of his possessiveness. Finally, he pulled away, leaning his head down on my forehead, our breathing laboured together.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to speak.
“You whore,” I heard Neal’s voice break through the moment with Cooper. He pulled away from me, and instantly I felt the loss of his arms around me. His gun was raised at Neal’s head, and for the first time since this whole thing started, I wanted him to pull the trigger.
Sirens erupted around us, cop cars pulling up at the dock and officers jumping out of their car.
“Get her out of here,” the man who had held me, the man who had bought me, yelled at them. He pushed me in the direction of Cooper, who bent down and threw me over his shoulders. He ran into the woods where they had come from, away from the police as the MC all scattered. The last thing I saw was Neal being arrested, and the man who had saved me fleeing on the boat out into international waters.
ACE
“Why are we here?” I asked Brogan, the head of the narcotics division of the Kilkenny police department. He’d called me and Hawk here, telling us we needed to come down at midnight. Hawk and Bear hadn’t been happy about it, thinking it was a trap, but I remember Brogan from school. He wasn’t a bad guy, even if he was trying to stop us from running drugs here.
“I understand Neal Foley is someone you have some unfinished business with,” he said. “He told me what he was trying to do with Sheridan, and Orla told me what he tried to do with his daughters. I’ve turned the cameras off in the room. I’ll give you fifteen minutes with him, just don’t kill him.”
“You’re shitting me,” Hawk said. “How do I know you’re not going to go back on your word?”
“Feel free to record me saying that,” he said, handing him a recorder. Hawk hit the record button and Brogan repeated what he was letting us do. “Now, pocket it.”
Hawk looked at me. I nodded and he pocketed the recording device after making sure it was working. Brogan led us down a hallway, my hand on my blade in case Brogan was going to betray us, but he opened a door, and I saw Neal sitting on the other side of a table. His eyes went wide when he looked from Brogan, to me and Hawk, and back to Brogan.
“What is this?” he demanded to know.
Brogan left us in the room. I looked around and saw the cameras were not flashing red with the recording light. My heart rate picked up when I realised I could fuck this guy up for what he tried to do to my family. Hawk and I moved closer to him. Hawk moved the table away from him with a squeal of the metal on the ground until it was on the side of the room. Neal’s hands moved up to defend himself, panic rising as he feverishly looked from me to Hawk to see who would attack first.
“My lawyer is going to have a fucking field day with you two,” he said, trying to posture a little bit. All I felt was relief that I had a free pass to hit this fucker who had caused so much pain to my club, to my woman and my kids.
His kids , my inner voice said.
Nah fuck that, they ceased to be his kids when he tried to sell them. Those girls were my kids now, and there was no fucking way anyone was going to hurt them again. I moved my hand from my blade and grabbed my knuckle dusters from my pocket. Neal’s eyes moved down to my hand, his eyes widening more before he backed up.
“No, you can’t kill me.”
“Who said anything about killing you?” I asked, surprised how vicious my voice sounded. “The real punishment is gonna be in prison, Foley.”
“I was a cop, a police chief, they’ll never put me in gen pop,” he sneered. “I’ll be living the best life.”
“Not the best time to flex, dickhead,” Hawk said. Neal turned to take on Hawk, having to look up at him since Hawk was six foot five and built like a fucking machine. He grabbed Neal from behind and shoved him my way, right as I upper cut his jaw with the brass knuckles. He yelled out in pain, blood spraying out over his chin and down onto his chest as he tried to breathe through the pain. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back so far that his throat would be crushed against the pressure, and he’d not be able to breathe. He tried desperately to claw at me to get me to let him go.
When I saw his face turning red, I let go and he spluttered as Hawk kicked him in the side. I stomped down onto his ankle, hearing the pop followed by his scream. Hawk covered his mouth with his shirt, revealing the dad bod underneath. I got low and slammed my knuckle dusters into his sides a couple of times on either side until I started to see the redness on his pale skin, purple beginning to tinge to show me that I’d caused some form of damage.
I stood up, breath ragged, as I looked down at the piece of shit who had tortured my girls.
“Time for the piece de resistance?” Hawk asked, smirking over at me. I nodded. We both whipped our dicks out, our streams of urine spreading over his face and chest. He gurgled from the steady flow hitting the back of his throat. He tried to cough it up but we both knew that was a losing battle as he rolled to his side, throwing up whatever was in his stomach.
We put our dicks away and moved out of the room. Brogan looked at us, then at him, and shook his head without a word. He led us out of the cell and at any time, I thought he may try to arrest us, to go back on his word. The police force was the most corrupt division in Kilkenny, they’d hide the evidence of his voice on our recorder if they ever needed to. But he simply walked us back to our bikes.
Hawk and I got on them, and put our helmets on.
“This doesn’t make us good,” Brogan said. “Just in case you were hoping to use that recorder for blackmail. I will arrest you fuckers if I see any more deaths in this town due to drugs. Keep yourselves clean, you hear?”
I nodded, understanding the treaty he was proposing. He wouldn’t look into us unless we gave him a reason to. That was as good of an offer as we would ever get.
“By the way,” he mentioned. “Neal did try and give us some information on your club. It’s information outsiders wouldn’t know. I think you have a mole.”
“He say anything else?” Hawk asked.
“He just called for a woman to come and talk to him, not a lawyer, but the way she looks, I could swear I’ve seen her around your clubhouse.”
“What’s she look like?”
“Tall, skinny, wears leather midriff tops with a big peacock tattoo on her leg.”
I looked over at Hawk. We both knew who it was.
“Thank you.”
“Am I going to be finding her body on the side of the road anytime soon?” Brogan asked.
“No.”
“You won’t find it,” Hawk added. I shot him a look to tell him to keep it to himself.
“Jesus,” Brogan muttered. “Go on. I don’t wanna hear anything to do with the Ghost Rebels in the next week, you hear me?”
I nodded and we rode out from the police parking lot and toward the clubhouse. I had a fresh mind for vengeance against someone who had been with us for years, and yet chose to betray us. She was as good as dead. No amount of excuses she could spew at us would fix this. Usually, I’d feel pretty bad about delivering an excommunication or death sentence, especially to a woman, but for her, I felt nothing. She’d led to my woman being captured.
She was dead to me.
We rode into the compound, and I noticed the black 1972 SS Chevelle parked next to the bikes.
No fucking way. He was back?
Hawk let out a whistle. We both knew if he was back, then so was his wife and after she learned about what was going down with us and the club, she’d be on the warpath.
“Fuck me,” Hawk let out a breath. “This ain’t gonna go well.”
“Shut it, Casey,” I said. “They don’t know nothin’ yet. We've been keeping them in the dark.”
He nodded. “I doubt very much that Sheridan’s bruised face is going to be keeping them in the dark.”
He was right though. Neal had fucked her face up again, and she now had a large nasty bruise on her jaw as well as a deep bruise over her eye. She was still stunning as fuck, but it killed me to see her in pain, especially when she tried to apply her makeup to make it less noticeable. We stepped inside the clubhouse, everyone looking our way, our chaplain Butch was getting caught up on the events that had been taking place. I tried to show him an inch of a smile, but I couldn’t force it onto my face.
“Church,” he said. “Now.”
He was the only man that was ever allowed to speak to me that way. He had been my dad’s VP after my mother ran off with his predecessor, and now, after a nasty fall from his bike a few years ago, he was our chaplain. Still very much a part of our club.
The boys all filed into the room and I sat down at the head of the table. He stood at the end, as he always did, and looked down on us all.
“Why the fuck was I not called home?”
“You needed the break, so did your old lady,” I said, simply.
“And Eagle?” he asked. I knew they’d been buddies, so I could only assume he was battling with a torrent of emotions about his betrayal.
“Buried.”
“Marked?”
I shook my head.
“Good.”
He slunk down onto a free chair, and almost as if it were happening before my eyes, I saw him age.
“Shit, Cooper, I need you to trust me enough to tell me when things aren’t good here.”
I nodded. “I know.”
“So it’s over?” he asked.
“Not quite.”
Everyone’s eyes moved over to me, confusion written all over them.
“We’ve been told of a rat in our club,” I told them. “We got a good description of her. She’s the one that sold out the information on Sheridan to Neal.”
A murmur of curses surrounded the room.
“Who?”
“Mana,” I said. Most of them tossed their heads back in annoyance. She’d been grating on a lot of their nerves over the years, but none more than me. I’d kept her around because she’d been loyal to the club, and I knew she didn’t have anyone outside the club to go to.
But this…
This was too far.
“Can I offer a suggestion?” Butch piped up.
I nodded.
“Leave it to the women.”
“What?”
“The women of this club, bunny or old lady, they are fucking tough, Cooper. They would take bullets for any of us, they’d take arrests for us. You know it. This is a job for the women, and I’m sure that woman of yours would love nothing more than to get her hands dirty.”
He knew her from before, and had always told me that true love always found its way home. How fucking right he’d been.
“All right.”
“How do you propose dropping that to the women who are friends with her?” Bear asked. He’d always been a voice of reason. He didn’t speak much but when he did, damn did he mean what he said.
“I’m not talking about leaving it with the bunnies,” he said. “Maree wouldn’t mind a crack, but I think Sheridan might want to take some vengeance too.”
I ran my hand over my hair. The thought of her taking back her power and unleashing on Mana was intriguing, but I didn’t want her to rush into doing these things. I didn’t want her to run away.
“Shona and Maree can handle it,” Butch said. “If you want to keep Sheridan out of it.”
I nodded. “Let Maree know what’s been happening. Nothing happens tonight. No one mentions a fucking word to anybody. Conor is bringing the girls back tonight. I want our clubhouse to be a safe haven, a party for them and for Sheridan. Let’s get back to business in the cold hard light of the day, yeah?”
Everyone agreed and we filed out of the room and into the clubhouse. Mana wasn’t here, I’d looked around for her but she was absent. A clear indicator that she knew Neal would give her up somehow. She’d be back…I knew she would. She didn’t stay gone for long.
I hailed Shona over to the side of the bar. She grabbed a bottle of Jack and handed it over. I moved into the bedroom to see Sheridan sleeping. Her face was healing after her ordeal, and I knew her body was okay. She’d been all over me last night after we’d gotten away from the cops. I had been all over her too, but being careful so as not to hurt her. She’d known and had blasted me for it.
My warrior woman.
My dick was hard for her just looking at her soft breathing, wanting to be inside of her at all fucking times.
When I closed the door, her eyes opened and she looked over at me. I removed my cut, followed by my shirt and undid my hair tie, letting my hair fall. I knew she liked it when it was out, fanning over her so she could run her fingers through it.
“I need sleep before those terriers get here with Conor,” I told her. “Close your eyes.”
“You think I’m going to be able to sleep next to you when you look this damn good?” she asked, her voice all but a whisper in my ear. She ran her hand through my hair, her fingers tangling in it as she pulled my head back and kissed me hard.
God.
She was perfect.
I pulled her over onto my lap. Her legs straddled my waist as I deepened the kiss, my hands moving up and down her back, and under her shirt.
“Sher,” I moaned against her mouth. “If we start now, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“Cooper, I don’t give a goddamn,” she said against my mouth. “You lay me down and worship my goddamn body this instant.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I smiled against her mouth, loving her take charge attitude. I was going to love having her boss me around for the rest of our lives. I pulled her shirt off her, loving how her full breasts sat there between us, just begging to be licked and sucked.
I flipped her over onto her back and she squealed in delight. Yanking her leather pants down her legs, I saw her bare pussy, making my cock jump to attention.
“Jesus, you can’t walk around the clubhouse with no panties on, Sher.”
“Why not?” she wiggled her eyebrows playfully.
“Because I don’t want to kill any of my men for looking at my woman.”
She rolled her eyes, moving her legs wide, showing me just how wet she was for me already. I felt a growl erupt from my throat as I undid my belt, letting it clatter to my floor as I removed my pants. I moved onto the bed, laying in between her legs and throwing my head down between her thighs. She moaned and bucked her hips up to meet my mouth as her hands went to my hair and held it back from my eyes so she could watch as I devoured her pussy. Her soft moans were enough to make my dick throb painfully, pushing into the mattress so hard that I thought I may poke a hole through the material. Her hips rotated, pushing my nose deeper into her. I loved tasting her sweet essence, and I loved how it coated my face as I watched her fight her pleasure to hold out for more. She needn’t worry. I had every intention of doing this every day for the rest of our lives.
“Cooper, I fucking need you.”
Too bad, little lady.
I pushed two fingers into her core, watching as she bucked her pussy against my mouth. I rode her bucking like a fucking cowboy as I curled my fingertips inside of her. Her back arched up off the pillows, and she held onto the leather headboard as the waves of ecstasy erupted within her. She screamed out as her orgasm hit her hard. Only when she fell back against the bed did I get up and grab the bottle of Jack, twisting the top off. I held it over her body, splashing her with my favourite drink.
She gasped in shock before a wicked smile made its way over her lips. “We’re gonna be sticky, Coop.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I said before I dove down and sucked the liquid from her skin, down to her pussy where it had slid down to. My mouth moved over her clit, tickling the engorged bud while my fingers dove into her. I splashed her again with the liquid, before grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. I moved up to kiss the liquid from her lips as it dribbled out of our mouths and down our chests. I kneed her legs open wider before I positioned myself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, I was balls deep in my old lady.
Her moan had my balls wanting to empty almost instantly. I cussed as I pulled out and thrust into her again. She flipped me onto my back, sliding herself down on my dick as she drank the Jack Daniels from the bottle. Sheridan bounced on top of me, my fingers driving into the soft flesh of her hips. God, I loved this woman.
She took another sip, hovering over me and dripping it down into my open mouth. My cock jolted inside of her, making her gasp as I swallowed down the liquid.
“Baby, fucking ride me,” I urged her. “I need to empty my fucking balls deep inside you.”
That threw her, and she took another gulp of Jack before she handed me the bottle and placed her hands on my chest, moving more freely on top of me. I put the bottle down on the bedside table and held onto her hips as she rode me for all I was worth. Her breasts bounced with every movement, the rosy pink nipples beaded, just begging for my tongue. I cupped them, testing the weight in my hand as I squeezed them slightly before my fingers played with those nipples that I loved sucking into my mouth. She pushed back, her breasts being pushed out into the air as she anchored her hands on my legs, holding herself upright as she rode me.
Yes.
Fucking, yes.
My balls pulled tight right around the time her pussy clamped down on my cock, her moans turning into feverish groans.
“Come with me, baby.”
She nodded, looking back down at me. She intertwined her fingers with mine as I held her up, her hips moving, rotating around.
“Fuck,” I groaned out as she screamed, her pussy so tight around me that I thought it may cut my dick off. My balls pulsed hot cum into her as she took me through my release.
Sheridan fell on top of me, the remnants of the whiskey making us sticky as fuck, but right now, all I wanted was my girl in my arms, her breathing as ragged as mine.
SHERIDAN
The clubhouse was erupting with sound as I got ready with Cooper. He looked at me, fear edging his face.
“Stay here,” he said, grabbing his gun and heading out of the room. I knew I should have waited, but I couldn’t. Something in me spurred me into action, and I moved out into the common area. Everyone was standing around, Cooper dropped his hand with the gun in it when I saw my girls standing there with big smiles on their faces.
They ran into my arms, even Shauna, and hugged me so tight, I could feel the pull from my bruised skin.
“I missed you guys,” I said, breathing in the soft almond-smelling shampoo they always used. “Were you good?”
“Yes!” Ryleigh said, excitedly. “I love it there, Ma. It was so much fun. Tee and Bridget were so cool, and Sloane is like the best cook ever.”
She was so excited that all of her words were running into each other. Shauna rolled her eyes.
“It was okay,” she shrugged her shoulders, but I knew she’d had a good time.
“What’s that on your eye?” I asked her, holding her head to the side. A black wingtip was protruding from the side of her eye, and she was wearing fake eyelashes.
“Don’t be mad, okay,” she said, pulling her face away from my hand. “Bridget totally let us go shopping, and she’s so good at wingtip makeup and mascara.”
“That’s not mascara, Shauna, they’re fake eyelashes.”
“Didn’t you say they could have tattoos?” Hawk asked, smirking from the bar. “And you’re worried about fake eyelashes?”
I glared over at him until he started laughing. Shona knocked him upside the head, to which he groaned.
Good.
“Whoa,” Shauna backed up. “Was Cooper really going to shoot us?”
I turned back to see him standing there in the doorway, shirtless still, and his gun by his side. He put the gun down the back of his pants and came over to sling his arm around my neck.
“Only if you keep screaming like a banshee,” he said, placing a kiss on my temple. “My boys have hangovers this early in the morning. Give them a minute to wake up.”
“Well that’s not a very fatherly thing to say. Aren’t you our new daddy now?”
The clubhouse fell silent, waiting to see what he would say. I, myself, was curious how he would handle it. To his credit, he didn’t tense up, but that lazy shit-eating grin appeared on his face as he straightened.
“Hey, only your mother can call me Daddy.”
The entire clubhouse burst into laughter as Shauna and Ryleigh both looked over at him in horror.
“I am fucking scarred ,” Shauna exclaimed. “Scarred for life!”
They both left the clubhouse and moved outside, horrified, as I laughed into Cooper’s chest. His warm embrace as he circled me with his arms gave me tingles up and down my back.
“You keep doing that, and we’ll definitely scar them more,” he whispered in my ear.
“Go away.”
He kissed my forehead and moved back to the room. There was something primal in me at the sight of seeing him walk away with that gun tucked into the back of his pants.
“Down girl,” Orla laughed from the bar.
I flipped her the bird and moved out to go and talk to my daughters. I finally had my family back, and Neal was behind bars. Maybe, just maybe, we could have something here.
When I got outside, I looked over to see Ryleigh walking around the compound, in her own thoughts, but Shauna was talking to Chains.
Sweet Jesus.
That girl was enamoured.
I made my way over to them and just as Chains noticed me, he sat upright and Shauna turned to face me.
“I’m just talking, Ma,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“You can just talk over here, Shauna,” I replied. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, come and give me a rundown.”
She sighed and moved away from Chains, who looked at me with relief in his eyes. He had been so good with her advances, always moving away when she got too friendly, but there was a protectiveness there that I couldn’t look past. He would do right by her, by the club, I knew this, but the mama bear in me wanted to go down there and embarrass the fuck out of my kid so he knew not to even get any ideas about what he could be doing with her.
His bike hummed to life and he took off, out of the compound with Kirby and Razor.
“There’s nothing to rundown,” Shauna said. “How about you tell me what happened to your face this time?”
Her arms were crossed over her chest, and I could see she was annoyed. They were old enough to know why their father was such a prick. I’d wanted to protect them for so long that I forgot how it felt to have a parent lie to you constantly.
Ryleigh had gravitated toward us, and her innocent eyes looked from her sister to me, concerned.
“Your father tried to hurt me.”
“Because we were gone?” Ryleigh asked, surprisingly on point for once.
“That doesn’t matter, girls. The point is he is behind bars, and you can feel safe now. We all can.”
Shauna’s expression softened. “I don’t want to call him my father anymore.”
The admission pulled at my heartstrings, hating that she felt that way, but hating him even more for being that asshole who hurt his daughters.
“That’s okay,” I said. “I think everyone would understand that.”
“Can we call Cooper Dad?” Ryleigh asked me.
“I think that’s something you can ask him,” I said, my chest exploding with emotion I didn’t know how to handle. “We’ll have family dinner tonight and you can ask him then.”
My heart hammered in my chest at the feeling that they wanted Cooper as their dad. It should have always been him.
“What if he says no?” Ryleigh asked me. I looked over at her sweet face that looked so much like mine when I was younger.
“He wouldn’t,” I heard the strong voice behind us and we all froze. Cooper had approached without us realising. Shauna and Ryleigh’s heads both bowed down, embarrassed. “I’d be really fucking proud to have kids like you girls, and if you want to call me Dad, I’d be more than honoured to take that on.”
Their heads lifted, and I saw the pure joy in their eyes as they both ran into his arms, almost bowling him over. He caught them and hugged them back and I watched on as the man of my dreams accepted my daughters as his own.
Tears sprung into my eyes as I watched them squeeze the life out of him, his beautiful smile lighting up his face as he hugged them back.
A lifetime of pain was almost erased with this one moment and I ran to them as Cooper motioned for me to join in.