01 - Motorcycle Daddy - Série MC Daddies - Laylah Roberts
01 - Motorcycle Daddy - Série MC Daddies - Laylah Roberts
01 - Motorcycle Daddy - Série MC Daddies - Laylah Roberts
LAYLAH ROBERTS
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
Daddy’s Angel
Laylah Roberts
Motorcycle Daddy
laylahroberts.com
Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling Novella
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy
Warrior Daddy
Daddy’s Angel (coming June, 2020)
Heal Me, Daddy (coming July 2020)
MC Daddy
Motorcycle Daddy
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won
Cole’s Mistake
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Bad Boys of Wildeside
Wilde
Sinclair
Luke
1
C RAP .
That was hands down one of the weirdest experiences
he’d ever had. And that was saying something, considering
his life.
Hopefully, she wouldn’t remember any of this when she
woke up. He shook his head, recalling everything she’d said
about her ex.
What a douche.
He stripped o his wet boxers the pulled on his clothes.
Moving quickly, he walked next door and grabbed a couple of
Gatorades from his beer fridge. He kept them here for the
boys when they’d had a few too many.
He looked longingly over at his ruined steak before
tossing it in the trash. He’d get something to eat later. He
walked back into her house, noting where she needed some
security lights. She could also use a deadbolt on her door. He
strode into the bedroom to find her cuddling Moody. She was
fast asleep.
He sat next to her on the bed. “Sunny, wake up.”
She mumbled something then burrowed deeper under the
covers.
“Sunny, wake up. Now.” He injected a sterner note into
his voice, expecting instant obedience.
“No.” Her voice was childlike and he sighed.
Christ. Why him?
“Sunny, don’t be naughty. I want you to wake up and
drink your bottle,” he quickly tacked on, “of Gatorade.”
“Ew. Yuck. No.”
Well, what the fuck did he do now?
You could leave.
Right. Like he could kick back and relax while worrying
about her.
She’s an adult she can take care of herself.
As though to disprove his thought, she rolled over with
that damn monkey clutched against her chest. Then she
stu ed her thumb into her mouth.
He nearly laughed. Right. Take care of herself, huh? If he
hadn’t come over to check on her, would she still be baking
in her car? The thought made him feel ill.
She needed a damn keeper.
He took hold of her shoulder, shaking her lightly. “Wake
up, Sunny. Now.”
“Don’t wanna go to school. Sick.”
She’d feel even worse in the morning if she didn’t
rehydrate. He was uncertain what to do if she wouldn’t listen
to him, however.
What are you going to do, spank me?
He remembered that question all too clearly. He’d
spanked his fair share of women, during sex. He enjoyed
bondage and control in the bedroom.
But all of that was fully consensual. Sunny wasn’t herself
right now. Would she be mad that he’d stripped her o to
her underwear to get her in the shower? And then she’d
taken hers o and fallen against him. He’d tried not to look,
he really had. But she had the prettiest breasts he’d ever
seen.
She was right, they weren’t big. But if she dared to even
think about getting boobs like Yoga Barbie, he would. . .
What? What would you do?
Fucked if he knew right now.
Right, if she wouldn’t drink then he’d just have to make
her. He grabbed hold of her, dragging her up. Her eyes shot
open and she stared up at him with a scream, flinging
backwards. She kept a tight hold of her stu ed monkey.
“Don’t hurt me!”
“I’m not going to hurt you. It’s Duke. I have some
Gatorade for you.”
“Don’t like it.”
Her eyes were drifting shut once more.
“I don’t care if you don’t like it. You’re damn well going
to drink it.” He pressed the bottle to her mouth and she
pulled away.
“Eww, yuck.”
“Stop being such a baby and drink it!”
She gaped at him, hugging that stupid toy tight as tears
dripped down her face.
Fuck. What was he doing?
Acting like an ass, that’s what you’re doing.
“Sunny—”
“You should leave.”
Tears tracked down her too-pale cheeks, making him feel
like more of an asshole than ever.
“I can’t leave until you drink something.”
“Don’t wanna. You’re being mean.”
More tears. Fuck. He couldn’t take it. He felt something
hard inside himself break a little. Fuck. Shit.
What the hell did he do now?
Christ. One thing he did know. He needed help.
4
S he was a dork.
Oh God. A giant, idiotic, ridiculous dork. She
crawled into the fort she’d built and hugged Moody tight,
closing her eyes. But her heart still raced, memories filling
her mind.
Dork. Dork. Dork.
What had she been thinking? Why?
She was never going to show her face outside this house
again. She guessed that was the silver lining of no longer
having a job. She didn’t have to go anywhere. Until she ran
out of money, was no longer able to pay the mortgage and
ended up living on the streets.
Maybe she should pre-empt that and call a realtor, put
her house on the market. She could move, rent a small
cottage by the sea and live out her days with twenty-five cats
and a dog called Fido. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Anything would be better than having to see Duke again.
She groaned, pressing the palms of her hands against her
eyes. Had she really tried to pull down his boxers? Oh no,
please don’t tell her she’d asked if he was going to spank
her?
“This day can’t get any worse, it really can’t.”
Usually a blanket fort would make everything better. She
hadn’t been able to create them when she lived with Greg;
he’d have thought her ridiculous. But the day he’d left she’d
called into work sick, the only time she’d ever done that, and
spent three days in that fort.
Well, obviously she’d come out to eat and use the
bathroom. She wasn’t some sort of animal.
But today it couldn’t work its magic. Even a blanket fort
couldn’t counter the absolute humiliation of what she’d
done.
“This cannot be happening to me. He’s not a Daddy. He
can’t be. He. . .he’s too. . .”
Abrupt? Cold? Mean?
Rough, tough biker dudes couldn’t be daddies, right? That
just seemed crazy. And yet he’d said the right things last
night. Well, sometimes.
He hadn’t always gotten it right. But no one is perfect.
“You cannot be thinking that he is any way perfect,
Sunshine River Bright.” She winced as she said her full
name. Her parents had a lot to answer for. Seriously.
“Oh man, did I call him a biker babe? What is wrong with
me? Really? What. Is. Wrong. With. Me.” She’d had a serious
Daddy Dom addiction since she was nineteen when she’d
signed up to this dating site that matched Daddies and
Littles. Only, the Daddy she’d been paired with hadn’t turned
out to be a love match. Or a sexual match.
Her confidence had taken a serious hit when she’d
discovered that Alan, the man she’d trusted, that she’d been
falling for, that she’d thought might be a permanent Daddy
to her Little, didn’t find her sexually attractive.
Yeah. That had sucked.
And the reason he hadn’t said anything straight away?
Because his friend had started the dating site and he didn’t
want her to bad mouth it. He must have finally decided that
she wasn’t the type of person to do that. Or maybe it was just
that he couldn’t stand touching her any longer.
She’d been devastated. She guessed that had left her open
and vulnerable to Greg.
A knock on the door startled her and she froze. Who the
hell would be knocking on her door? There was no reason for
anyone to visit. And she definitely was not answering.
Whoever it was could go away because this fort was
indestructible. It might even make her invisible.
Oh God, let her be invisible.
It was the only way out of this mess. For her to gain the
power of invisibility.
“I want to be invisible. I want to be invisible. I want to be
invisible.”
“Hate to break it to you, little rebel, but a fort doesn’t
have the power to make you invisible. Especially not this
fort. This is just a blanket over a table. It doesn’t have a door
or lights, did you even put down flooring?”
Fudge. What was he doing here? He wasn’t here, was he?
It was her imagination.
It didn’t matter because she was invisible.
“Why is he criticizing my fort, though? That’s just rude.”
“Because the fort is crap. And you’re definitely not
invisible.”
Temper overrode her embarrassment and she moved onto
her hands and knees, sticking her head out of a gap to glare
up at him.
“It is not crap!”
He just stared at her. Then held out his hand. “Come
here.”
“No!” She shot back into the fort, bringing her legs up to
her chest and clasping hold of them. “I’m not coming out.
Ever!”
“Ever is a long time to live in that crappy fort. You even
got snacks?”
“Of course, I’ve got snacks!” Who climbed into a fort
without snacks? Did he think she was an amateur?
“What sort of snacks?” he asked weirdly.
“Uh, why?”
“Seen your fridge and pantry, babe. You don’t know how
to do snacks for shit. Let me guess, raisins and carrot
sticks?”
Close. Cheese, crackers and an apple.
“Everyone knows junk food is the only acceptable snack
in a fort, babe. Even a crappy one.”
Suddenly, one blanket was partially lifted, allowing light
to flood through and she saw him crouching down.
“Why are you here? How did you even get in? The house
was locked.”
“Your locks are like this fort.”
What did that mean. . .oh, so now he was insulting her
locks as well?
“Did you just come in here to insult me?” she snapped at
him. A low-grade headache was starting to thump in her
temples.
“Came to take you for breakfast.”
“I’ve had breakfast,” she lied.
“Uh-huh, what did you have? An egg white omelet with
some soy cheese?”
“There is nothing wrong with eating healthy! Better than
eating pork rinds and. . .and Cheezits!”
Really? That’s the best comeback you had?
“Weird combination, babe. But I’ll try anything once. So,
what did you have for breakfast?”
“Nothing, all right,” she groaned. “I’m so crappy at
lying.”
“You shouldn’t try to lie. At least not to me. That will just
get you in trouble.”
“Please don’t,” she whispered.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t pretend something you don’t feel. I know I made a
complete idiot of myself last night. I showed you a part of me
that I’ve only ever shown one other person. And I still don’t
know why! I don’t even know you.”
“No,” he agreed slowly. “But maybe you saw something
in me that I didn’t even know was there.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not a Daddy Dom.”
She froze. This seemed kind of cruel. It wasn’t as though
she thought he was.
Didn’t you? Then why did you open up to him like you did?
She hadn’t meant to. It had been almost beyond her
control. She’d lost her job. It happened to people all the time.
However, that combined with little food or water to drink all
day and she’d kind of just dropped all her walls.
She’d never shown Greg her Little. Yet she barely knew
Duke and her Little appeared easily.
Was he right? Had she sensed something in him?
“While I like being in control in the bedroom, I’ve never
done any age play stu . Never imagined it was something I
would enjoy, being a Daddy.”
“I’m. . .I’m really sorry I forced you to take care of me.”
He barked out a laugh. “Babe, you’re what? Five-foot-
four and a hundred pounds?”
A hundred and twenty-five but it was nice he thought
that. And why was he talking about her appearance? Did he
not find her attractive either?
How much rejection could one person take before they
broke?
“You’re tiny. You can’t force me to do anything. I didn’t
have to take care of you last night. I wanted to.”
I wanted to.
I wanted to.
“You did?” she whispered.
“Even fucking rang a friend to find out how best to handle
you. Not like I have much experience.” He ran his hand
through his hair. “Will you come out now?”
“I’d still rather wait until I’m invisible,” she murmured.
He snorted. “Out, baby girl. Now.”
Drat. His voice had that stern note she couldn’t resist. The
one that sent a shiver down her spine. She started to crawl
out. As she grew closer, he stood and reached out with his
hand, helping her up.
He stared at her. She noted that he hadn’t shaved yet this
morning. The slight scru on his handsome face suited him.
Made him look slightly more dangerous and sexier.
“How you feeling this morning?” he asked, letting her
hand go. Damn, she missed that contact. His hand was large,
warm and calloused.
Delicious.
“Umm.” How to answer that? That she really wished a
hole would open up and swallow her whole?
She stared down at the floor.
“Babe? What you staring at?”
“Hoping a hole will appear in the floor.”
He sighed then reached out and gently grasped hold of
her chin, tilting her face up. “Ain’t nothing to be
embarrassed about.”
“Really? Has your memory gone faulty? Because I can
remember lots to be embarrassed about.” She frowned up at
him.
“Hmm, and here I thought you were so quiet and shy.”
“I am,” she muttered. “Until someone insults my fort and
snack-making ability.”
“Babe, a two-year old could have done better.” He looked
at her fort, shaking his head. “Sad, really. How your
education is lacking.”
“You want to do better?”
“Another day. Go get dressed, babe. We’re going for
breakfast.”
“I’m not hungry.”
He folded his arms over his very wide chest. He was
wearing a pair of worn blue jeans and a blue T-shirt. His
dark hair was scru y, like he’d just woken up, pulled on his
clothes and walked over here.
Which he likely had.
“Babe, word of warning. I’m grouchy before I get in my
morning co ee or three so you might want to hurry it up
before I take you out looking like that.”
She glanced down at the clothes she’d pulled on this
morning. A pair of nearly see-through yoga pants and an
old, paint-stained T-shirt. These were her housework
clothes. She wouldn’t be seen dead outside the house in
them.
She glared up at Duke. “I just lost my job; I don’t think
going out for breakfast factors into my budget anymore.”
There, that was a nice adult reason not to go out. Nothing
to do with the fact that she could feel herself blushing every
time she looked at him and remembered the way he’d held
her in the shower. . .oh Lordy.
“That was a shit excuse. I asked you. I pay. Now get.
Before I dress you myself and haul you out of here over my
shoulder.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re stubborn and rude?”
She glared up at him.
“Been called way worse. You’re gonna need to up your
game to actually insult me. Now go. I’m out of patience.” He
took hold of her shoulders and turned her towards the
bedroom, landing a heavy smack on her ass.
She rubbed the sting, turning to gape back at him. It
didn’t actually hurt. But it was the first time anyone had
smacked her bottom since Alan. Greg had been horrified the
one time she’d suggested it to him, and he’d actually o ered
to find her a therapist to deal with her unhealthy desires.
Yeah, she hadn’t mentioned it again.
She stared in disbelief at Duke who just watched her
calmly, his arms crossed over his chest, his T-shirt tight
across his pecs and a stern look on his face.
Okay. She guessed she was getting dressed.
6
S unny parked her car around the corner from the tattoo
shop and got out, opening the trunk to drag out the big
bag of stu she’d packed up. She’d been working here for
nearly two weeks and this was the first time Duke had been
unable to drive her in. Something about club business, which
she knew not to ask about. He was very tight-lipped about
anything to do with the club.
She carried her bag around to the entrance of the back
alley.
“Marv? Hey, Marv, are you here?” she called out for the
older homeless man who often hung around. But there was
no one back here. Drat, she’d come out and look for him
later. She turned around, only to find him standing behind
her.
She let out a cry, dropping the bag.
“Marv! You scared me!” How the hell had he managed to
sneak up on her?
“Sweet little thing like you shouldn’t be hanging out in an
alley.”
God, now he sounded like Duke. He’d caught her going to
throw the garbage out the other day and had a fit. She’d only
been doing it because Rory had been bitching about having
to do her work and she couldn’t take it anymore. Mind you,
Rory bitched about everything. Especially if it was to do with
her. Nothing she ever did was right for him.
But she shouldn’t complain. Other than Rory’s moodiness
and Duke’s overprotective tendencies, she was really
enjoying this job. Duke could be abrupt, but she was growing
used to his manner. Madden was sweet, despite the fact he
looked like he broke faces for a living. And most of the
clients, while often scary looking, were surprisingly sweet
and respectful.
Now if she could just get a hang of the damn ordering
system, she’d be happy. She’d mucked up the last order
she’d submitted. She could tell Duke was a little frustrated,
but he’d been patient as he’d gone over it again.
Duke was bossy and protective, but like one would be to a
kid sister. Not someone he wanted to drag into bed. Which
was disappointing.
Her Little hadn’t been out once since she’d come to work
for him. Not even at home. It seemed like she’d retreated for
a while.
“I wasn’t hanging out; I was searching for you.”
Marvin had long, scraggly dark hair. She was uncertain of
his age, but she guessed he was probably in his sixties. He
was slightly stooped with baggy clothes. She worried he
didn’t get enough to eat and always packed some dinner for
him.
Duke wasn’t particularly happy that she’d befriended
him, and had made her promise she wouldn’t be alone with
the older man. But Marvin was harmless.
“Here, I brought you some clothes. My ex left them
behind and I think they might fit you. I’ve washed them all.”
She was lying. Greg hadn’t left a thing behind and he
wouldn’t be seen dead in the warm, flannel shirt and thick,
down jacket she’d bought. While it was summer, it still got
cold at night. So she’d bought Marvin a new shirt and jacket,
removing the tags and washing them.
“Your ex? What kind of fool would leave you?”
She shrugged. “He didn’t think I was good enough for
him, I guess. Greg wanted someone sophisticated and
intelligent. Personally, I think he just wanted someone with
more money so he could live the high life. . .and I can’t
believe I just blurted that all out.”
Marv just gave her a gentle smile. “Thank you, sweet girl.
That’s so kind.”
“I also included dinner and some cookies that I baked this
morning. Are you sure you don’t need any bedding? I have
some spare stu I was going to donate,” she lied.
“No, no, I’m fine for bedding. You go on, and get to work.
I have to make my rounds.”
She wasn’t sure what his rounds included, but she knew
he liked to move around di erent places so she nodded and
squeezed his hand. She walked to the front of the shop and
unlocked it, heading to the alarm. She input the number, but
the little red light continued to flash.
Had she gotten it wrong?
She re-entered it. More flashing red lights. Drat! Panic
flooded her and she raced to her desk for the piece of paper
she’d written the code on. The alarm started blaring as she
searched through the top drawer. Where was it?
The phone on the front desk started ringing and she
picked it up.
“This is Mason security,” a calm voice stated. “Your
alarm is going o .”
That seemed like an idiotic statement. “Yes, I know! I can
hear it!” Along with most of the block, no doubt.
“Are you in distress, ma’am?”
“Yes, I’m in distress! I can’t find the damn pin number
and the alarm is blasting my ear drums!”
Suddenly, the alarm stopped. She sighed with relief,
slumping into her chair. “Thanks for turning it o .”
“We didn’t, ma’am.”
She stood up, looking over the high back of her desk
towards the door. A heavily tattooed, blond, surfer-looking
guy stood there. Another sort of panic filled her until she
realized he wouldn’t know the alarm number unless Duke
knew him.
“Thanks, bye.” She ended the call.
“Forgot the alarm number?” the guy asked, leaning
against the doorway and folding his arms over his thickly
muscled chest. His hair was shaved at the sides and slicked
back on top. His tattoos ran down each arm and she thought
she saw glimpses above the neck of his T-shirt.
“Yes, Duke changes it every week and I just drew a
blank.”
He grinned. “Yeah, he’s a real prick over security. I’m
Ink.”
“Oh. Are you a friend of Duke’s?”
“Yeah. I’m a member of the Iron Shadows.”
Her stomach bubbled with nerves for another reason.
“Right. Well, thank you. Did you have an appointment
today?” She didn’t remember an Ink being booked in. She
kind of thought she would. Then again, she couldn’t
remember a four-digit pin, now, could she?
“Nah, the security company called me. I was around at
the compound.”
“They called you?”
“Yeah, I own the company.”
“You do?” She stared at him in surprise.
He grinned. “I don’t look like the type of person to own a
security company?”
“No, it’s not that. . .” she trailed o because it was exactly
that. His grin grew as there was a screech of tires behind
him. “Here comes Duke. Don’t think he’s too happy.”
Her eyes widened as Duke’s black truck pulled up and he
jumped out. His face was like thunder as he strode to the
shop.
Not too happy was an understatement.
Ink stepped to the side to let Duke in, but didn’t walk any
further into the shop.
“Duke, hi!” she said cheerily. “I didn’t think you were
coming in until later.”
Ink snorted. She looked around Duke’s wide body to glare
at him. He just winked at her.
She started as Duke moved around the desk. Oh sugar. He
wasn’t going to fire her over forgetting the pin number, was
he?
“What happened? Are you okay?” He ran his gaze over
her, as though searching for injuries.
“I’m fine. Why would you think I wasn’t?”
He took hold of her shoulders, looking like he really
wanted to shake her. Then he drew his hands away and took
a hasty step back. “Because I just got a phone call that the
damn alarm was going o !”
And he’d been worried about her? That was really sweet.
And it made her feel awful.
“I’m all right. I just forgot the number for the alarm.”
He gave her a slightly exasperated look. “Babe.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Where the fuck is
Rory? I told him to come in early and open up with you.”
“Oh, ah, maybe he forgot.”
Or maybe he was just a prick who’d rather watch her mess
up than help her.
Duke grumbled something under his breath as he turned
away. He seemed to notice Ink for the first time.
“What’re you doing here?”
“Well, that’s gratitude,” Ink drawled, not seeming to take
o ense at Duke’s growly tone. “I rushed over here when the
alarm went o to check on Sunny-girl here.”
He knew her name? Oh, Duke had said he was going to tell
everyone at the club about her. For some reason that thought
made her blush.
“I’ll just go start the co ee. Um, feel free to go about your
business.”
She waved her hands at them both. Duke gave her an
incredulous look. “Go about my business?”
She bit her lip, feeling that blush growing deeper.
“I’ll take some co ee, Sunny-girl,” Ink told her.
Duke scowled at him. “She’s not here to make you co ee.
Besides, we’ve got a meeting.”
“I thought you might want to move it here, so I texted
Reyes while you were checking out Sunny.” Ink grinned and
she blushed at his innuendo. Duke had just been concerned
that she wasn’t harmed. Nothing more.
Duke grumbled some more. Then he turned and headed to
his o ce. “Make a big pot of co ee, Sunny. And when Rory
gets here, send him the fuck in.”
Ink grinned at her as he walked past. “I take my co ee
sweet and creamy, doll. Bit like you.”
Wow. That was so cheesy. She just rolled her eyes before
walking out to the back room to get everything ready. After
putting her stu in her locker, she took a moment to steady
her nerves. She hated upsetting Duke. She didn’t want him to
regret hiring her.
She looked up as Rory strolled in.
“Co ee started yet?”
She clenched her hands into fists. Be nice. “Not yet. Duke
wants to see you.”
Rory narrowed his gaze. “What? Why? Isn’t he supposed
to be having some secret club meeting?”
She was pretty certain that Rory was jealous of Duke.
“It’s been moved to here.” She didn’t say anything more,
just made a pot of co ee before heading out to the front
room again.
Where was that bit of paper with the pin number on it?
She got down on her hands and knees to start searching
around. She didn’t want to admit to Duke that she’d lost it,
she was in enough trouble with him as it was.
Ah, there it was. She spotted a piece of white paper
beneath the desk and started crawling under the open space,
grabbing it just as the buzzer indicated someone was coming
through the door. She started wiggling back.
“Hello, down there.”
She sat up, misjudging where the surface of the desk was
and bumping her head.
“Owie!” she muttered without thinking, reaching up to
rub the sore spot while staring up at a large guy wearing a
black, tight tee, and worn blue jeans.
To her surprise, he crouched down so they were nearly
face-to-face.
“Ouch, that looked like it hurt,” he said with surprising
sympathy for such a cold-looking man.
“I’m okay.” Aware of how unprofessional she was acting,
she tried to scramble to her feet, only to bump into her chair
and send it flying across the room on its wheels.
“Oh, whoops.” She turned back to look at the man with a
grimace. “Um, hi, I’m Sunny, can I help you?”
“Hello, Sunny,” he replied. “I’m Reyes. I’m a friend of
Duke’s. He back in his o ce?”
“Ah, yeah. He’s a little busy right now.” She winced as
she heard Duke yelling at Rory. She moved over to get the
chair, wheeling it back behind the desk. Reyes leaned against
the counter, seemingly in no rush.
Reyes raised his eyebrows. “Seems like he’s upset.”
She sighed. “I forgot the darn pin number for the alarm
again. I wrote it down on a piece of paper, but it went
missing.” She held up the piece of paper she still held in her
hand. “It must have fallen under the desk. Although I swear,
I put it in the drawer.”
She rubbed her throbbing head again.
“Still hurts, little one?”
She dropped her hand. “Oh no, it’s fine.” Last thing he
cared about was her sore head.
Reyes’ face grew cold and she bit her lip in consternation.
What had she said?
“Lying is naughty. Did your Daddy never teach you that?”
“Ah, well, my dad didn’t teach me much of anything.
Well, other than how to roll a joint properly.” Her face went
bright red as she realized what she’d said. “And that
probably wasn’t something I should have told you.”
“He smoked drugs?”
“He smoked everything,” she muttered.
Reyes gave her a concerned look. “I wasn’t actually
talking about the man who fathered you.”
Then who was he talking about. . .oh, did he mean that he
thought that she had a Daddy? That she was a Little?
You are a Little.
But how does he know that? Was he a Daddy Dom?
Duke let out a string of swear words that had her blushing
and Reyes frowning. “Duke needs to calm down. Who’s in
there with him? I’ve known him a while now, he doesn’t
often get worked up.”
“Rory and Ink. Rory was meant to open with me. He’s
probably annoyed because he had to come in here when he
was meant to be meeting you guys at the club.”
“Hmm, somehow I doubt it’s that.”
There was the sound of a door slamming and Rory
stormed out, giving her a dirty look as he strode towards her.
“You bitch, this is your doing.”
Oh. Awesome.
Reyes cleared his throat, and Rory glanced over at him,
paling as he took in the much larger man.
“There a problem here?” Reyes asked coldly.
“Hey, Reyes, didn’t see you there.” Rory attempted a
smile. “How’s it going man? I’ve been meaning to ask you
what you thought about me and my friend, Horse, becoming
prospects?”
“Horse?” she murmured.
Rory shot her an annoyed look. “Yeah, because he’s hung
like a fuckin’—”
“Enough,” Reyes snapped at Rory.
Goosebumps raised on her skin. Even she could see how
angry he was, although she wasn’t sure why. “It’s a no. For
both of you.”
Rory’s face grew red. He glanced from her to Reyes,
obviously embarrassed.
“I’ll just go check on the co ee,” she said quietly, turning
away.
“Nice to meet you, Sunny,” Reyes said to her.
“You too.”
He said something quietly to Rory, but she didn’t hear
what it was and when she returned to the front desk, he was
gone. She was just walking over to switch the sign to open
when several more men stepped inside.
The first man was older, with mocha-colored skin and
hints of silver in his black hair. He whistled as he walked into
the front room, stopping as he saw her.
“Well, hello there, darlin’,” he drawled in a southern
accent.
Ooh, she always loved that accent.
“Hi,” she murmured.
Two more men stepped in behind him. One was huge,
towering over the other two. He looked younger, closer to
her age. His hair was long, down to his shoulders. The third
man was the scariest looking. He was bald, with a scar
working its way down his neck but it was the complete lack
of expression on his face that made him truly terrifying.
“I’m Razor,” the black-skinned man told her with a
smile. “The tall guy behind me is Jason and baldy here is,
Spike.”
Spike and Razor? Holy hell.
“Hi, I’m Sunny.” She smiled back.
“You sure are,” Razor said weirdly.
Jason smiled at her. Spike didn’t even look her way, he
just turned and walked towards Duke’s o ce.
“Don’t mind him,” Razor told her. “He’s grumpy today.”
“He’s grumpy every day,” Jason added.
“Yep.” Razor winked at her. “We’ll see you later, Miss
Sunny. Be good now and drink your water.”
That was kind of a weird thing to say, but she shrugged it
o as Rory’s first customer of the day arrived.
D UKE PACED up and down his small o ce, unable to sit still.
“Something happen?” Razor asked as he took the last
remaining seat. Spike leaned back against the door and Jason
stood in the corner. Ink sat on the edge of his desk, his leg
swinging and a shit-eating grin on his face.
Reyes was in Duke’s chair behind the desk. That bastard
always had to be in a position of control.
“Duke just had a fright. He’s now working through his
delicate emotions,” Ink stated.
“Fuck you,” Duke growled.
Razor smiled, his too-knowing gaze taking in Duke. “This
have anything to do with Miss Sunny? She’s looking good.
No adverse e ects from a few weeks back?”
He was aware of everyone staring at him. Everyone except
Reyes who was staring at something on his phone.
“What makes you think that was about Sunny?”
“Well, unless you’ve met two Littles in the past fortnight,
I thought it was a fairly safe guess she was the one you were
calling me for advice about.”
“Fuck. Do you ever stop running your mouth? That was
private,” Duke snapped.
Razor’s grin widened. “So it was Sunny you wanted to
know how to deal with.”
“Sunny is a Little.” Ink gave him an interested look. “And
you needed help handling her? She seems pretty sweet to
me.”
“I didn’t need help handling her,” Duke started. Fucking
nosy bastards. “We’re not here to talk about my private life.”
“So she’s part of your private life too?” Ink asked.
“That’s none of your fucking business,” Duke bit out.
“Grouchy today, aren’t you?” Razor commented.
“I don’t know. He seems a little frustrated to me,” Ink
added. “He needs to relax. You know what helps me relax—”
“I don’t need to get fucking laid,” he snapped, knowing
what Ink was going to suggest. “And if I was going to get
laid, it wouldn’t be with Sunny. She’s my employee and
neighbor. She’s not a fucking one-night stand kind of girl.”
Unlike the women Ink slept with.
“Can we please stop talking about the fact that Duke
needs to get laid and get on to business?” Reyes spoke up for
the first time. The rest of them grew silent. Although Ink
sent him a sly look.
Fucking bastard.
“We had another warning from the Fox,” Reyes stated. He
turned his phone around, showing them an image of a Fox’s
head that had been spray-painted onto a wall. “One of the
prospects found this on the outside wall of the compound
this morning.”
“Fuck, he’s getting ballsy,” Duke commented.
Reyes tapped his fingers against his desk. “There was
nothing written there but it’s pretty clear he’s showing us he
can get to us anytime he wants.”
“We need to know more about this fucking asshole,”
Jason stated.
Spike nodded. “He’s an enigma. Nobody knows who he is.
You get in contact with him by leaving a message via
voicemail. You can only get the phone number from one of
his former clients. Then he decides whether to call you back
or not.”
“Did you have any luck getting the number?” Duke asked.
“Yeah. Called him yesterday and left a message. Haven’t
heard back. Then he leaves this. Pretty obvious he doesn’t
want to fucking chat. We can’t underestimate this guy,”
Spike warned.
A headache throbbed in Duke’s temple. This was the last
thing they needed. They’d just gotten rid of Bartolli’s hold
on the club when Reyes had killed him. Now this.
“Could he have been in league with Bartolli?” he asked
quietly. “Worked with him?”
Reyes continued to tap his fingers, looking thoughtful.
“Bartolli’s dead. If he hired the Fox for some reason then
why would he still be on the job? And Bartolli is unlikely to
have hired him when he had us to do his dirty work.”
“Do you think the senator hired him?” Jason asked. “As
protection?”
Spike frowned. “Don’t think it would be for protection.
But maybe to find out who was blackmailing him. Senator
Robins likely doesn’t know the person behind it is dead.”
Reyes nodded. “We got anything more on the senator? Or
the girl in the photos that were being used by Bartolli to
blackmail him?”
“Other than his holiday home in Maine where’s he’s been
these last few days, the senator doesn’t own any other
property that I can find,” Jason told them. “Neither does his
wife. And I can’t find who the girl was.”
“The senator would cover his tracks,” Ink said slowly.
Reyes stared out the window in Duke’s o ce that led out
to the back alley. Duke glanced out to see that homeless guy,
Marv was pulling on a jacket that looked brand new. He
wondered where he’d gotten that.
Reyes turned back around. “She must have come from
somewhere.”
“Still want to know how Bartolli knew what the senator
was up to,” Duke commented. “Did he have a tie to the
senator?”
“Or the girl,” Jason suggested.
“Maybe he supplied her,” Spike rasped. “Or knew who
did.”
“Do we still want to keep going?” Reyes asked. He looked
each of them over.
“Don’t see how we can fucking give up now,” Ink
commented even though he’d been arguing against stopping
a fortnight ago. “Would be a fucking itch we couldn’t
scratch.”
“The senator should be back tonight. Duke, you and Ink
take first shift. Oh, and I told Rory that he and his friend,
Horse weren’t being accepted as prospects.”
Duke nodded. He’d expected as much. But now he had to
listen to Rory whine about it.
“Thank fuck, can’t stand that weasel, Rory,” Ink stated.
“His friend was worse.” Razor looked ill. “The fucking
sick shit that came out of his mouth, especially about
women. He’s fucking lucky I didn’t take a blade to his
tongue.”
There was a reason Razor had earned his nickname.
Reyes stood up and they all knew that meant the meeting
was over. Ink stood with a grin.
“Sorry to drag you away from that sweet thing out front,”
he said slyly to Duke. “But if you’re not interested, guess you
won’t mind me asking her out.”
“You’ll stay the fuck away from her!” Duke snapped,
enraged at the idea of Ink hitting on Sunny.
Ink grinned. And Duke knew he’d given the other man the
reaction he’d been looking for.
Razor walked past him and tapped his shoulder. “Give it
up, man. We all know you want her. It’s only a matter of time
until you give in.”
Duke sighed. Wonderful. Now he got to spend the night
listening to Ink gloat. He’d rather be fucking tortured.
9
H ER HAIR WAS A MESS . She burst into giggles as she finally took
a look in the bathroom mirror. She was glad she hadn’t gone
outside looking like this. Not that she’d ever tell him that.
She didn’t want to hurt his feelings when he’d tried so hard.
She rolled her eyes at the idea of hurting Duke’s feelings.
The guy was hard as rocks.
On the outside. On the inside though. . .yeah, there was
definitely a softer side to him. She’d already gotten dressed,
now she redid her hair so it hung down her back in a braid.
Maybe she could do something di erent with her hair. And
maybe she should get some new clothes. Everything she
wore was a few sizes too big. She’d long ago lost interest in
shopping.
He said he doesn’t want you to change yourself for him.
Yeah. But this would be for her. Because she wasn’t
entirely sure she was happy with the Sunny staring back at
her. A knock on the front door startled her out of her
thoughts and she gathered up her stu , putting some cash
and her ID in her back pocket in case they stopped.
Then she opened her door.
Oh shit. He looked fine. He wore the same jeans, but he
now had his leather jacket on. It was black with patches
down the arms.
“All ready? Where are your gloves and scarf?”
She eyed him suspiciously. “Are you sure I’ll need them?”
It was a nice day out. He seemed to have an obsession with
keeping her warm. Not that she was complaining too much.
She liked that he cared.
“Yes, you will. Now go grab them, baby girl.”
She loved the way he called her that. It made her feel
special. She picked up a pink scarf and matching gloves then
locked up and placed the keys in the zip-up pocket of her
jacket. He gently patted her bottom.
“Good girl.”
For someone who said they’d never been a Daddy before,
he sure did come by it naturally. She walked with him down
the driveway to where he’d parked his bike.
It was gorgeous. It shone in the sunlight, chrome and
black.
“What sort of bike is it?”
“This is a Harley-Davidson VRSC.”
Right.
“Does it have a name?” She bounced on her toes
excitedly.
He gave her an incredulous look. “Hell, no. Here, I have a
helmet for you to wear.”
Hmm, she thought she might call it Princess Moonbeam.
Yeah, that sounded like a great name. She wouldn’t tell Duke
that, though.
“You’ll sit on the back here.” He patted the seat. “Your
feet go here.” He showed her the two small lips on either
side that her feet could rest on. “When you’re on, hold me
nice and tight around the waist and just lean with me, all
right?”
“All right. There’s nothing else I need to do?”
He grinned. “Just hold on and enjoy the ride, babe.”
She rolled her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
She could feel herself blushing as he laughed. She couldn’t
quite believe she’d said that.
“Only the special ones.” He winked at her.
He placed the helmet over her head and did it up.
“All right?”
She nodded. It was a little weird. Heavy, bulky and it
dulled her hearing. But better safe than sorry. He took the
scarf from her hands, putting it around her neck and tying it
then tucking it under her jacket. Then he helped her with her
gloves.
She couldn’t remember the last time someone had helped
dress her. When she was a baby, she guessed.
He didn’t use a helmet. She frowned at that. As he
climbed on the bike, he took o the kickstand. She got on
behind him and made sure her feet were in the right place.
Then she wrapped her arms tentatively around his waist.
Damn, he was so wide she could barely manage.
He grasped hold of her wrists and gave her a tug so she
was firmly plastered against his back, her arms tight around
him.
Oh wow.
Then the bike started up, the vibration pleasant
underneath her.
She was starting to really see the appeal of this.
12
“S UNNY ?”
She looked up as Duke made his way towards her. There
was about another hour until they got to close up and go
home and she was feeling fatigued.
She couldn’t believe that Duke had spent time with her
Little. It had been sweet the way he’d done her hair and
watched cartoons with her. Then he’d listened to her talk
about her past at the diner over lunch. Even helping her
color.
“Everything okay?” she asked, noting Duke’s frown.
“I have some club business to do. I don’t think I’ll be back
in time to give you a ride home.”
Disappointment filled her but she just nodded. “That’s
fine, I’ll take an Uber.”
“You’ll what?” he asked, gaping down at her.
What had she said that was so weird? Oh, maybe it was
the money thing. He was a bit funny about her spending her
own money. She was going to have to have a talk with him
about letting her pay her way more. She didn’t want to leech
o him.
“I’ll take an Uber. I have an App. Don’t worry, I’ll wait
inside until they come.”
She felt proud of herself for remembering that. Although
that meant she’d have to set the damn alarm. Maybe Madden
would wait with her until the Uber came.
“You’re not taking a fucking Uber.”
“Duke, shh, Rory has a client.”
“Don’t give a fuck. If a bit of swearing puts them o then
they’re not our sort of client.”
Well, she guessed that was pretty accurate. She’d heard
all sorts of colorful phrases and words since she’d started
working here.
“What’s wrong with taking an Uber?”
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then he shook his head.
“I do not know where to begin. How about how unsafe it is
getting into a fucking car with a stranger?”
“Ubers are perfectly safe. Lots of people take them
without an issue.”
“Well, you are not most people and you will not be taking
one. Someone will be here before it’s time to lock up to take
you home.”
“And how do I know this someone is safer than an Uber?”
He leaned in so they were eye-to-eye. “Because I will be
choosing who that person is and it will only be someone I
trust with your safety. Not a damn fucking stranger.”
“I’ve taken an Uber on my own before, Duke.”
“Don’t expect to take one in the future. Not unless you
want to sit uncomfortably the next day.”
“Duke!” she protested.
“You tell her, son!” a deep voice rumbled from out the
back.
She went bright red, glaring up at Duke who still
remained stern. He pointed at her. “Wait here for who I send.
Do not try to disobey me on this. It’s a safety rule.”
And he was very big on safety rules.
“Fine. But I think you’re overreacting.”
He grasped hold of the nape of her neck and pulled her in
to kiss her. Hard. “You’re mine now, little girl. That means
you have to put up with me being overprotective and bossy.”
“I won’t always give in,” she warned.
“When it comes to safety, you will. Or I’ll be wielding that
hairbrush of yours in an entirely di erent way.”
He stepped back, leaving her standing there, swaying
slightly.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Then he strode out of the shop
without a backward glance. As though he knew she was
going to do exactly as he’d ordered.
Damn man. Entirely too arrogant for her peace of mind.
She rubbed her ass. He wouldn’t use her own hairbrush
on her, would he?
13
D UKE LEANED BACK against the passage, waiting for Ink to walk
out. “Good tea party?”
“Been out here a while have you?” Ink asked as red filled
his cheeks.
“Yep.”
“Spike tell you that Grady came through and the meeting
with Frankie is set for Thursday night?” Ink asked, clearly
trying to steer the conversation away from what he’d just
been doing.
“Yep.”
“You pissed at me?”
Duke reached out and grabbed him around the back of his
neck and pulled him close, thumping him on the back. “I
have a number of men I consider brothers. But only one I
consider blood.”
He let the other man go. Ink grinned at him.
“But don’t go embarrassing Sunny again, you bastard, or
I’ll put you on your back.”
“Aww, love you too.” Ink took o with a laugh.
Cocky bastard. Duke just shook his head and went back to
join Sunny for a tea party.
“Hey, baby girl,” he said to her as he sat down across
from her, in the same spot Ink had been in. “How’s the tea
party going?”
“Sparkle Pony has some atrocious table manners,” she
said with a cute shake of her head. “Moody is very
disappointed in him.” She picked up her monkey and turned
him upside down so he was frowning.
Duke shook his head. “Hard to find a unicorn with good
table manners nowadays.”
“It sure is, Daddy,” she agreed. “Tea?”
“Yes, please.” He picked up a cup and held it up. She
poked her tongue out as she carefully poured some tea for
him.
“Everything okay, Daddy?” she asked, studying him.
“Of course it is, baby girl.” And if it wasn’t, he still
probably wouldn’t worry her. At least not while she was in
Little mode. She deserved some carefree time to play.
They drank tea then played with the Barbies until it was
time for him to cook dinner. He picked up a coloring book
and some crayons, carrying them out to the kitchen while
Sunny skipped behind him, holding Moody’s hand and
swinging him back and forth.
“Here you go, baby girl. You sit up here and color while I
make some dinner.” He lifted her onto a stool at the kitchen
counter.
“Okie-dokie,” she said in a cheerful voice, swinging her
legs back and forth and looking so carefree his chest actually
ached. He loved that he could give her this.
She tapped at her chin, giving him a mischievous look.
“I’d rather play with some playdough, though. Think you
could make me some?”
“That would be a no,” he growled. “And I seem to recall
buying you playdough in every possible color.”
“But it’s so much more special when you make it for me,
Daddy,” she wheedled.
He snatched up a wooden spoon and waved it at her. “Do I
need to bring this over here and spank the sass out of you,
little rebel?”
Her eyes widened and she gave him an innocent look.
“Daddy, I was just talking to you about playdough, no need
to get so grouchy.”
She attempted to keep a smile from her face but failed.
“Do your coloring, brat.”
She picked up a crayon as he started on dinner. He
glanced over at her picture as he finished plating up their
food. He had to smile as he saw the giant mess she’d made.
She had drawn out of the lines; everything was the wrong
color and it made him absurdly happy.
She grinned up at him. “What do you think, Daddy?”
“I think it’s a masterpiece! Let’s put it on the fridge
where everyone can see it.” He carefully ripped it from the
book and secured it to the front of the fridge. She wrapped
her arms around his waist, pressing her face to his chest.
“You really like it, Daddy?”
“Baby girl, you did a great job. Come on, dinner time.”
He led her back to the counter and lifted onto the stool.
He should probably get a proper table and chairs.
She clapped her hands as she stared down at her plate.
He’d bought it for her yesterday. It was an elephant with
several sections so di erent foods didn’t have to touch each
other.
“Yay, veggies!” she said, spearing a piece of broccoli and
chewing on it enthusiastically.
He shook his head. She was so weird.
But cute. Definitely cute.
He ate his chicken stir fry, watching her indulgently as
she sat Moody up and pretended to feed him bits of food.
“Moody has had enough. Time for Sunny to eat some
more.” He pointed at her food with his fork. He still didn’t
think she ate enough. Her asshole ex had a lot to answer for.
“Okie-dokie, Daddy. Moody needs to have his face
washed, though. He’s a very messy eater.”
He nodded solemnly. “Very true.” And so could Sunny.
After they’d both finished eating, he stood and grabbed
some wipes, cleaning her hands and face. “There we go, all
clean.”
“You take such good care of me, Daddy.”
He kissed her gently. “And I always will.”
21
D UKE PUSHED THE BIKE FASTER , not caring that he was breaking
the speed limit or that the last thing he needed was to attract
the attention of the cops.
Ink’s guy had managed to track Rory’s phone. Duke was
on Ink’s bike since his was at home and the other man had
stayed behind to co-ordinate. He sped towards the old,
abandoned warehouse, pulling up a block away. Much as he
wanted to get there quickly, the bikes weren’t exactly quiet.
He turned the bike o then jumped o and started
running towards the warehouse.
“Duke, wait the fuck up,” Reyes called out to him. Duke
ignored him. He raced into the parking lot, spotting a van
over near the tree line. Fuck. Did they take her into the
warehouse or the woods?
He turned and ran towards the van, aware of Reyes telling
Jason and Razor to take the warehouse.
Please let her be there. Please let her be okay.
He gave the van a glance then headed towards the trees.
Where was she? He tripped over something and nearly fell.
Turning, he tensed as he saw it was a goddamn body.
“What the fuck?” He drew out his phone and used the
light from the screen to check who the fuck was lying at his
feet.
It was Rory.
And his throat was slit.
“I got a body over here,” Spike called out. “Dead. Throat
slit.”
“Rory’s here,” Duke called back. No point being quiet if
they were both dead. “Throat slit as well.” He switched on
the flashlight app on his phone.
There was a piece of paper under Rory’s hand. He pulled it
out.
“Fuck,” Spike said appearing beside him. “Please don’t
tell me that’s from the Fox.”
“What? Why would you say that?” Duke asked, turning it
over. Fuck. There it was on the back, the Fox’s insignia.
“Frankie was tortured before his throat was slit,” Spike
told him grimly.
“Fuck. Shit.” Panic filled Duke.
“There was barely any blood. He was cold. Been killed
hours before and moved to the location of our meet.”
“Someone knew Spike was meeting with him,” Reyes
said, moving up beside him. Duke turned as he heard people
run towards him. Jason and Razor appeared.
“Warehouse is clear,” Razor said, stepping up beside
them. “Fuck. Is that Rory?”
“Yeah,” Spike replied. “What does the note say?”
“Note?” Razor asked.
“A note was left under his hand,” Reyes explained. “From
the Fox.”
“Fuck,” Razor swore. “You’re not saying that. . .”
“The Fox has Sunny,” Duke said numbly, looking up from
the note he’d just read. “And according to this note, we have
until sun-up to find her.”
23
S UNNY LAID the food out on the outside table, glancing over at
Duke as he manned the grill. Most of the guys were here
already, sitting on the porch and drinking beers. Duke
laughed at something Ink said to him, looking more relaxed
that she’d seen him in ages. Having his friends over had
been a good idea.
Of course, the blow job she’d given him earlier might
have helped. Or maybe it was the spanking he’d delivered to
her ass. She had to bite back a smile. She might not be sitting
comfortably this afternoon, but it was totally worth it.
She just wished that Jewel could have joined them for
dinner. She’d said she had something going on, although her
excuse felt kind of weak.
“Hey, Sunny,” Razor called out, stepping onto the porch.
He walked over and wrapped an arm around her waist,
pulling her close to kiss her cheek, ignoring Duke’s
possessive growl.
“Hey, Razor. Want a beer?” She moved towards the beer
fridge Duke had installed out here, but Razor tightened his
hold.
“Not yet, sweets. Hey, Duke. There’s a guy next door at
Sunny’s place. Skinny, brown hair, wearing a suit,” Razor’s
voice held disbelief. But then it was a Sunday and eighty-two
degrees out.
She sti ened in his hold, having a fair idea of who that
could be.
“That right?” Duke met her gaze questioningly.
“Sounds like Greg,” she said to him.
“Your ex?” Ink asked, standing up.
Jason moved to take over the grill. Duke stepped towards
her and held out his hand. She slipped her hand into his
much larger one as he led her through the house. She gave
him a surprised look. She’d half-expected him to tell her to
wait there while he checked things out.
“So long as you’ve got back-up and don’t get close to
him, I’ll let you take the lead,” he told her, obviously
spotting her disbelief.
She was aware of all the guys, except Jason, following
them.
She’d decided to put her house on the market. There was
no point in keeping two houses. She’d get the equity out and
use it to help Duke pay his mortgage. Not that he knew that
yet.
She’d save that argument for another day.
They all walked up her small driveway to find Greg
pulling up her flower pots and setting them down, muttering
to himself.
“Greg? What are you doing?”
She’d moved a lot of her pots over to Duke’s place and
he’d even dug her up a garden in the back for more flowers.
Greg stood and whirled, his eyes widening as he saw her.
Then his mouth dropped open as he spotted Duke and the
others.
“Sunny?” He ran his gaze over her. “What the hell are
you wearing?”
She glanced down at her cut-o shorts and tight tank-
top. She thought she looked cute and she knew that Duke
definitely thought her outfit was sexy.
“Clothes,” she replied dryly. “Now, mind telling me why
you’re here? And looking for the key to my house, I’m
guessing?”
He looked disheveled. His suit was messy, almost dirty
and his hair was sticking up as though he’d been running his
fingers through it repeatedly.
She’d never seen him this way. He was always impeccably
dressed and put together.
“You always keep a key out here. Where is it?”
“I don’t keep a key out here anymore, Greg. Even if I did,
you have no right to just waltz on inside. This is my house.
What are you doing here?”
“I need more money,” he said frantically. “From the
house. You got it from me for a steal and I want more
money.”
She narrowed her gaze, placing her hand on Duke’s arm
as he stepped forward. “Let me.”
Greg’s gaze moved from her hand to Duke. “What the
fuck is going on here? What are you doing with my wife?”
“I’m not your wife, Greg,” she said firmly. “And Duke is
none of your business.”
“Duke? Seriously? You’re fucking a gang member now?”
Anger filled her. “Leave Greg. Now. You’re not getting
more money from me. You were paid a fair price for your
share of the house.” Why did he want to get inside, anyway?
It made her feel uneasy, wondering if he’d been going to
wait and ambush her.
“I fucking paid the mortgage!”
“We both did and you know it,” she snapped back. “I
don’t know why you were trying to get into the house, but
you need to leave.”
“I want to check that there’s nothing in there that’s
mine.”
She frowned. “Everything was settled in the divorce.
Nothing in there is yours anymore.”
“There might be! There’s got to be something I can sell!”
“Greg, need to leave. Before I call the police.”
He sneered. “Maybe I’ll call them now, tell them I’m
being harassed by a gang.”
Duke snorted. “We’re not a gang, douchebag. And you’re
the one fucking trespassing.”
“Screw it, I’m going to go call them now. Before our
lunch gets cold.” She turned away, to head back next door.
“Wait, no, Sunny, don’t! I’m broke!”
She turned back. “What? How?”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. It’s all
gone. Disappeared a week ago. The bank keeps saying that I
did it, but I fucking didn’t! Then I got a letter in the mail
thanking me for my large donation to a charity for foxes in
freaking England. Someone stole my money and donated it
in my name to a fox charity. Who the fuck would do that?”
She heard a snort of laughter from behind her. She had to
fight hard to hold back her grin.
The Fox strikes again.
“Go away, Greg. You’re not getting anything from me.
You still have a job, right?” A job he was well-paid for.
“Yes, but I’ve got an image to keep up. I’ve got a trip to
the Bahamas I can’t even pay for. I’ll lose the deposit.”
“Our heart bleeds for you man, now beat it,” Duke
rumbled.
Greg stared at them all. “I’ll take you back, Sunny.”
“What?” She gaped at him in disbelief.
“I’ll take you back. Move back in. We can be together. You
can ditch this loser.”
She burst into laughter. She laughed until she was out of
breath and had to lean against Duke to steady herself.
“You’ll have me back? Have me back?”
“Well, yes. You’d have to get rid of those clothes and your
hair needs work and we’d have to move to get away from
these unsavory characters.”
She linked her arm through Duke’s and turned him away.
“Wait. . .so. . .is that no?”
“Greg, I wouldn’t take you back if you were the last man
on Earth. Duke is my dream man and I thank God every day
that I met him. And that I no longer have to put up with you.
Goodbye, you douche.”
Duke grinned down at her.
They left him standing there as they made their way back
home.
“Razor,” Duke called out, loud enough for Greg to hear.
“Call the cops if he’s not gone in the next three minutes.
Don’t want him bringing down property prices since we’re
selling Sunny’s place and she’s moving in here.”
Several hours later, she wandered into her playroom and
pulled out first edition, Alice in Wonderland book. She opened
it up and stared at the card inside. She thought about calling
him to say thank you. But she figured she didn’t need to.
He’d know how she felt.
She carefully put the book back and left to go find Duke.
He was in the kitchen, putting away the left-over food. When
she walked in, he drew her close to him.
“I’ve changed my mind; I’m going to let the Fox live. So
long as he doesn’t make any unwanted appearances in your
life.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re safe there.”
He lifted her onto the counter before cupping her face
with his hands. “I know I’m being painfully overprotective at
the moment. I want to tell you that I’ll ease up, but I don’t
know when that will happen.”
“I understand. But just so you know, I’m going nowhere.”
She placed her hands over his. “I’m right where I want to be.
For the rest of my long, awesome life.”
“Fuck. Yes.”
EPILOGUE
Montana Daddies #7
Coming June 10th