VICTORIA'S POV
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I glance at the Dalton's and watch as they stare at Ryder as if he had two heads and a tail. Jax's mother with her pristine styled hair and cold, cunning eyes.
"Why is he everywhere?" She demands to know as if she had some big important place in my life that required the knowledge.
"Why are you?" I retort, not bothering with a fake smile.
"You are my son's wife." She sneers, and that's when I snort, rolling my eyes while doing so.
"Please, you never liked me anyway." I say, "You never really like anyone, you just want what your son has. I mean, who could actually love him?" I push, and it was his father who stepped closer, his length nearly as tall as Jax's.
"What did you just say about my son?" He asks, shaking with rage. I merely look up at him, bored and annoye
