his arm. “Good thing I have the parenting stuff handled. Don’t worry, she doesn’t go potty in her pants anymore.”
That had him shuddering. “Thank fuck for that.”
Having successfully turned my frown upside down, I didn’t knock on the door into Wolfe’s office. He wasn’t my daddy. He was my man. I’d claimed him, so he was mine, and I didn’t knock on my man’s goddamn door like I was a servant.
When I headed in, dumping my purse on a sideboard by the door, he was seated behind the desk that had been my father’s, in the same chair too. Other shit had changed though. The room no longer smelled of weed and JD, and there was a brand-new laptop that was purring as he rocked back in the desk chair to look me over.
It was hard as fuck keeping my libido under control at the sight of him. When he rocked back, he raised his hands and cupped his head to support his neck, as he looked me up and down like I was a whore he’d just bought for the night.
The comparison didn’t sit well with me, and I knew, right then and there, that was why he’d done it.
The motherfucker.
Ignoring Axe and Dagger, who were seated on two chairs in the corner, their legs splayed out in front of them with two beer bottles on the table between them, and Flame who’d wandered in behind me, I strode toward the desk and slammed my hands down on the surface.
“What?” I demanded.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I beg your pardon.”
I almost snorted at the polite inquiry, which was so un-one-percenter like it was disrespectful.
Exactly how he intended it.
Begging my pardon? What was this? Great Expectations?
I’d let him know what my expectations were soon enough, and no mistake.
“You can beg me for a lot of things, sugar, but my pardon ain’t something you’re about to get. Forgiveness has to be earned, and you’re a long way from earning shit.”
Behind me, Dagger snickered, and I shot him a look. “You’re all included in that. The only one who stood up for me is dead now—”
“If we’re all so fucking useless, why do you want us back?” Wolfe snarled, leaning forward as the vein in his temple began to throb.
I skimmed my gaze over Axe and Dagger, then caught Wolfe’s eye once more. Having stopped lolling back in his chair to surge into my face, I found he was now getting to his feet. When he mirrored my position, I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t scared. It took a hell of a lot to scare me—and the only thing that did?
The Grim Reaper.
He took away people I loved and didn’t give them a say in the matter.
He was the only evil I couldn’t fight, but Wolfe? I could fight him, and I’d get wet over it.
“How many times do I have to tell you? You’re mine. You’re not fucking Kim’s. You’re not whichever sluts’ you’ve been fucking since I’ve been gone. You’re mine. I claimed you when I was a little girl, reinforced that when I made you fuck me at seventeen, and now I’m here, with your daughter, telling you, that you. Are. Mine.”
He gritted his teeth so hard I could hear the grinding noise.
“You didn’t make me fuck you—”
“Didn’t I? Sneaking into your bed, waking you up with a BJ, and then climbing on your cock wasn’t enough of a giveaway that I was in charge?” I sneered, slamming my hands on my hips as I stared him down.
“I let you—”
“Hell yeah, you let me. You let me cum all over that big dick of yours.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Never thought to wonder if we’d made a baby those nights though, did you?” My lips curved in a sneer. “None of you did.”
“You came to us unprotected on purpose?” Wolfe asked, his brow furrowed, and it was then that I saw his rage and it burned me.
God, how it burned, and God, how I loved it.
I only ever felt alive when I was in the crosshairs of these men, and I’d been dying without them. Ryan loved me and I loved him. More than he ever knew. But I was four-fifths empty without these bastards at my side. In my bed. In my heart.
“Of course,” I told him. “Oldest trick in the book. I knew you were going to get all prim on me.” I’d never expected it to take over six months for me to get