All Chapters of Mummy, Please Marry Uncle Biker Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mara Vanessa didn’t respect me. She never did. I was folding Lily’s laundry when the doorbell rang once, sharp and impatient, followed immediately by a knock that sounded like she already owned the place. Lily looked up from the floor where she was lining up her dolls. “Mommy,” she said carefully, “that knock was rude.” I smiled despite myself. “Stay here, okay.” I already knew who it was before I reached the door. Some instincts sharpened when you’d been betrayed once and learned how certain women moved through the world like it owed them space. I opened it anyway. Vanessa stood there in heels too high for our cracked walkway, sunglasses oversized, lips perfect. She looked like she’d stepped out of a different life entirely. One with marble countertops and time for gym classes in the middle of the day. “Mara,” she said, dragging my name out like it tasted strange. “You didn’t answer my messages.” “I don’t remember giving you my address.” Her smile tightened. “

Lily Mommy thinks I don’t see things. She thinks because I’m six, my eyes only work for toys and cartoons and coloring books. She thinks if she doesn’t say something out loud, it doesn’t exist. But I see everything. I saw the way she moved slower this morning, like her bones were heavier than yesterday. I saw how she stood at the sink longer than she needed to, staring at nothing while the water ran. I saw the way her mouth pressed into a straight line when she thought I wasn’t looking. She didn’t sing while she packed my lunch. That’s how I knew something was different. Usually she hums. Not real songs, just pieces of them. Sounds without words. Today there was nothing. Just the sound of bread and plastic and the fridge opening and closing. I sat at the table with my legs swinging and didn’t say anything. I know when to be quiet. Mommy gets this tight look sometimes, like if I say the wrong thing, everything might spill over. She handed me my lunchbox and smiled l

Cole I didn’t ride straight back to the clubhouse. That alone told me I was already breaking rules. I rode with no direction the road stretched empty in front of me, asphalt humming beneath the bike, wind cutting sharp against my chest. Normally, speed cleared my head. Normally, motion burned things out of my system until all that was left was focus and instinct. This time, it didn’t work. Her face stayed with me. Not the version from last night. Not heat or skin or the way she’d come undone in my hands. It was the look she’d given me at the door. Guarded. Tired. Furious with herself more than with me. That look was familiar. I’d seen it before, years ago, on a woman who had trusted the wrong man and paid for it slowly. That was mistake number one. I tightened my grip on the handlebars and pushed the bike harder, like I could outrun memory if I went fast enough. I don’t repeat mistakes. That was a rule I’d learned early. Same as any other that kept men alive in

Mara She didn’t introduce herself. She didn’t have to. That witch, Vanessa stood in front of me like she belonged there, like the sidewalk outside Lily’s school was her territory and I was the one trespassing. Polished hair. Perfect posture. A smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I knew that smile. It was the kind women wore when are taunting you, but I held my cool. “Hi,” she said, voice light, pleasant. “Hello Mara.” Not a question. My stomach tightened, but my spine stayed straight. “What the f**k are you doing here.” Her smile sharpened just enough to register. “Vanessa.” There it was. Lily tugged on my hand. “Mommy,it that rude lady that came to our house.” Vanessa’s gaze flicked down, assessing, with a mean face. Measuring my daughter like an accessory she was deciding whether she liked. I stepped slightly in front of Lily without thinking. Protective instinct took over before fear had a chance. “This is not the place,” I said calmly. Vanessa laughed

Cole By the time I shut my door, it was already done. That was the truth I didn’t want to look at. The clubhouse noise faded behind me, but the damage didn’t stay there. It followed. Sat heavy in my chest. Quiet. Certain. I hadn’t needed Jax to say anything. I hadn’t needed Rhea’s look when I told her I’d take Mara home. The line had already been crossed. Not when I slept with her. Not even when I showed up at her place. It was when the club learned her name. That was the moment I lost control of it. I stripped off my cut and dropped it over the chair, then leaned my palms on the edge of the table, head bowed. The room felt smaller than usual. Too tight. Like the walls were listening. I don’t let women into this world. That rule wasn’t about sex. It was about protection. Once the club noticed you, you didn’t get to be neutral anymore. You were either under our shadow or in someone else’s sights. Mara never asked for that. She didn’t flirt with danger. She d