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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 312 Clay Worries, Gemma Whines

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Gemma put down the telephone at Teller-Morrow and turned to look at Clay.

"Can you believe what that little bitch said to me? She told me Jax was asleep. She wouldn't wake him up to talk to me."

Clay shook his head with disgust. Sometimes he was tired of Gemma and her obsession with her son and this was one of those days.

"He was asleep and she didn't want to wake him. What's the problem?"

"I'm his mother and she should let me talk to him whenever I want."

"One of these days, you'll push him away for good with all your smothering."

"Ha ha! Very funny. I should have been the one taking care of him. I'm his mother. It's my place."

"She's his old lady. It's her place to take care of him. It's your job to take care of me."

Gemma opened her mouth and spoke words, but he wasn't hearing them anymore. He had real problems. Bucky Jeffers problems. He'd been in a physical rehab center getting physical therapy for his busted arm and leg from when the city's street sweeper.

If Bucky didn't have a fatal accident, he could end up a very rich man after the lawsuit against the city and the street sweeper manufacturer. The promise of a big fat settlement was enough to get him the best medical care. He'd even gotten new dentures to replace his prison issued ones.

Bucky was getting out in two weeks. He had to figure something out. No one could ever find out about Texas and how he'd killed Eden. As he knew only too well, there is no statue of limitations for murder.