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Chapter 15

Matt didn't know what came over him. He'd just reached across the table to set down the drinks he had gotten. He'd planned to go back and help his twin brothers get the second slice of cake they wanted when Randie's father struck her. And he just flew across the table, tackled the guy to the ground and sat on top him, punching him repeatedly with every ounce of strength he had and he had intentions of stopping his attack.

"Matt!" Jeff and a few of his friends from work grabbed him and pulled him off of the guy, but he shoved them off and went back to his attack. "Stop! You're gonna kill the bastard! Matt!"

They finally pulled him away.

"Get off me!" He shouted at them, shrugging them off. His eyes fell on Randie sitting on the ground, crying, her hand on her face. He went to her and cupped her face in his hands. Her lip was split and little blood slipped from the cut. "You okay?" She nodded. Her eyes were full of tears and her look of shock looked a more like a look of fear. He was sure he had scared her going off like he did. But he couldn't help it. He didn't even know he was capable of it himself. He'd actually scared himself a little bit.

"You are an ungrateful brat." Her father bellowed when he got to his feet.
"Get the hell out of here." Matt had helped Randie to her feet and he held her close. "I'll kill you, you son of bitch." He hugged his wife. "If you ever touch her again. I'll kill you." He fussed over Randie as he locked eyes with the old man.

"Don't care about her, huh?" Jeff mumbled close to his ear as he passed him.

But no one should have hit her like that. Not on that day. It was her wedding for goodness sakes. He'd had his eyes on her. She hadn't said anything to that man. He was just a drunk. A violent drunk it seemed. She was really shaken up. "Are you ready to go home?"

She nodded, still frozen like a zombie as she watched her father shoved off her aunt's property. It seemed the entire evening had been ruined, but at least the day had been wonderful. The wedding and the reception had technically been over and he hoped this didn't taint the memory for her. Maybe he did have ulterior motives for marrying Randie but for some reason he wanted her memory of marrying him to be good one.

She seemed cold so he placed his jacket over her shoulders and walked toward his home with his arm around her and her head on his shoulder. He heard the chatter of his brothers behind him. They all seemed sleepy. He could hear the crankiness in their voice and his father already had Cameron asleep on his lap as Sloan pushed his chair up the drive way.

"Where are you going?" He asked her when she headed to his bedroom as soon as they entered the house.
"I'm going to change." She whispered.
"Uh-uh." He smiled and pulled her back to him. "You're not taking that dress off until I take it off of you." He playfully kissed her neck, making her laugh at the way he tickled it. Hopefully making her forget what had happened. Then he dangled a set of keys. "I got a set of keys for this weekend."

Her mouth dropped in awe. They hadn't planned on a honeymoon. He couldn't afford one and she hadn't complained at all. But her uncle wouldn't have it, giving him the keys to his cabin on the lake.

"But who's going to take care …" He put a finger to her lips.

"Jeff's here and your aunt is keeping Oliva. They will be fine for a couple of days." She seemed so sincere about the welfare of his family. Maybe that was who she had really fallen in love with, he thought as he stared into her eyes.

He glanced at her body, lingering on the cleavage that poked out of the top of her dress. He knew he was going to have fun that night. He didn't have to worry about making too much noise or waking up his family. He had plans. Plans to see just how experienced she was.

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It was easy to forget her father's abuse when Matt carried her into the cabin that night. He placed her on her feet and left her side only long enough to close the door, then he was back, holding her, kissing her, tracing the bodice of her dress until he found the zipper. She had bought a pretty silky night gown to wear for him, but he hadn't given her a chance to put it on.

He nuzzled her neck and she just closed her eyes, drinking in all of his tenderness.

"All day, I kept thinking about us when we were kids." He whispered. "I remember saying that would never fight with my wife." He laughed. "I guess I screwed that up already."

"We don't fight, Matt."

He chuckled.

"And you said you were never getting married."

"I wouldn't have married anyone else." She stared deep into his eyes. "I love you."

He answered by closing his mouth upon hers. She didn't have to hear him say the words. She felt it in his touch, in his kiss and the saw it in the sparkle of his eyes even though he sometimes looked at her with a look that was almost sad. Like he was afraid he was going to lose her at any moment.

"I don't think you've ever gone down on me." He chuckled as he glanced down at his manhood. Her mouth fell open and she wasn't sure how to respond or what to do. She had never done that before and he had never asked before. He guided her down.

"You act so innocent. It really turns me on."

Act?

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Monday morning she was awoken by a loud knock on the door. Matt groaned. He had switched shifts with a coworker and had planned to sleep in that morning.

"Shit." He moaned as the visitor knocked loudly again. "I'm not in the mood for this shit today." He went for the door while she dressed. She picked up Olivia from her bassinet. The twins were already up. She could hear them playing in the living room and they flew to her the minute Matt opened the door and clung to her legs.

A woman entered with a clipboard in her hand. She wasn't that old, but she wore glasses and strict grey dress suit and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her stern gaze around the apartment intimated Randie as well as the kids. She didn't look friendly at all. And she said nothing more than good morning as she walked in and gazed around the home with a look of disgust.

"It looks better than it did last time." She said disdainfully than her eyes fell on Randie. She sat down on the sofa and opened the briefcase she had with her. She took out a lot of forms. Matt's father must have heard the social worker arrive because he rolled out of his room and polite greeted the guests. The other boys entered in their pajamas and meekly stood behind the sofa. Randie had never seen so much trepidation in the family's expressions before.

"Please Sit." The woman spat as if they were in her home and not the other way around. Matt had to gently guide the twins to sit on the floor and he gave her a sympathetic – or embarrassed smile as they sat on the couch together. "This is not acceptable." She said pointing at Randie. "You are living together?"

"Yes maam." Matt said. "With young children in the home? We frown on premarital affairs Mr. Hardy."

"I hardly think that's your business, Miss Foster." Matt's father spat at her. "They are married."

"And you have an infant here." She went on. "This place is barely suitable for the small children you already have here. Six underage children now and three adults and three bedrooms?"

"Four." Matt corrected.

"Oh yes." She said with mocking. "The addition you built. You still have no walls and no carpet I see. Is that were the infant sleeps? With you and your girlfriend?" She didn't give them a chance to answer before she got up and inspected the kitchen. She swept her foot across the torn linoleum, opened all the cabinets and ran her finger over the counters. Then she went to the refrigerator and pulled out the leftovers from the night before and brought it to her nose. "What was this?"

"Why don't you open the lid and find out!" Matt snapped at her. She just glanced at him, put the bowl back, and then went on with her inspection. She went into both the rooms the boy's occupied.

"Beds unmade. Clothes on floor."

"Of course their unmade." Randie handed the baby to Matt and stood up."

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Randie, who never spoke a word stomped across the room and peered over Miss Foster's shoulder. Matt didn't know what to do. He didn't need any more trouble and here this girl who he thought would be a help to him was about to bring a whole heap of it. He never would have imagined it. She was always quiet. She never spoke. Never spoke her mind.

"Of course their unmade. Everyone just got out of bed." Randie spoke like a woman twice her age. "And those clothes were from last night. How many children do you know that put their clothes in the hamper?" She put a hand on her hip. "This is a good family. That man works his ass off taking care of everyone and you have the nerve to come in here and put them down. You who has probably never even put your hands in dish water. This house is clean. The children are fed and warm."

Matt and his father shared a glance. He didn't know what was more shocking, the forceful way Randie spoke or the way the social worker hand fluttered to her throat.

"Randie that is enough." Matt handed the baby to Jeff and was at her side. "What are you doing?" He was sure she was trying to sabotage his entire life. Sure she was trying to wound him in some other way like it was truly nothing more than a game to her. But it wasn't a game. It was his life. His family. "Sit down." He barked at her making her jump. Apparently, disappointing him brought fear to her eyes instantly. And he was mad at her. Extremely mad and he couldn't hide it. He could barely contain it.

"Look, I'm doing the best that I can here." He said to the social worker.

"Six months." She spat. "and there has been no improvement." The social worker jutted up her chin and regained her composure. "Your girlfriend has to move out." The lady was back to spitting out demands, looking her nose down at him. Oh, he wished he could tell her what he thought, but unlike Randie he had a lot to lose.

"She's my wife." He informed her.

"Hmm. And you have a sitter for your father and your brothers now?"

"Randie stays with them." He lowered his head.

"Well, I don't think that's going to be an option. She's obviously got anger issues. She's not a safe choice."

Matt felt his head begin to throb. The woman was taking away his only option. He couldn't' afford anything else. The woman obviously lived an easy life. She didn't understand how he couldn't do the things she insisted he do. He stared daggers at Randie.

"I'm going to give you an address. You and your wife need to be there a ten a.m. tomorrow morning."

"Why?"

"I think you both should undergo a mental evaluation. You can't be normal, having taking care of this family from child hood and I think your wife is a threat to your family and until she has under gone an evaluation she cannot be here. "

"Randie is not a threat to us." Sloan spat at the woman. "She is our sister and she takes care of us."

"Do not speak out of turn young man." She snapped at the young kid. "Sit down and don't speak until you are spoken to."

"I think you need to leave." Randie spat, putting herself between the social worker and Sloan. "Now."

"I will leave and when I come back I'm bringing the authorities to remove …"

"You do that. I'll make sure your supervisor is here when you do."

Matt grabbed Randie's arm and forcefully dragged her into his bedroom.

"What the hell are you doing?" Matt growled, backing her up till her knees hit the bed, forcing her to plop down upon it. "Oh now you're quiet." He snapped when she stared back at him those big doe eyes with fear covering her face and it pissed him off even more that seeing her like that softened him.

"I think I've seen enough." The social worker clicked her pen closed, picked up her bag and walked out the door.

"Get out." Matt stormed around the room, gathering what little she had brought with her. He shoved it all in her backpack. "Get your things and get the hell out!"

She sobbed uncontrollably as he took her arm and forced her out of his bedroom. She headed for Olivia.

"No." he cut her off before she could get to the playpen. "You're not taking her."

Her face was streaked with tears. She shook as he screamed at her, but he pushed it out of his mind, remembering why he was angry. He continued his rage, letting her know he wasn't going calm down or change his mind. Not this time.

"Matt!" his father bellowed at him. "Stop it!"

He turned and looked at his family. His younger brothers all looked terrified of him. Jeff's jaw was dropped and his father looked like he wanted to whoop is ass. They had never seen him go off like that before. He'd always been the strong one, the rock.

"Fine." He snapped. "You all want her here! Fine! I'll leave!" He stormed out the door, stomped toward his truck and spun tires out of the drive way. An angry rage obscured his thoughts. He couldn't think straight. He blamed himself for letting lust and a fond memory cloud his judgement.