calm the fuck down.”
Ripley’s choking laughter told me I hadn’t imagined things. This little scum bucket was really trying to tell me to calm the fuck down.
“Come here, boy,” I ordered, pointing at the floor in front of me.
“Huntsman, plea—”
My attention snapped back to Blair, my dark glare instantly silencing her as she shook her head back and forth, desperately begging me not to embarrass her. “Put. Your. Fucking. Clothes. On.” In a sudden frenzy, she scrambled for her things, and for a second, I caught a glimpse of her underwear still on her fucking body, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
Thank fuck for that.
Now I at least didn’t have to kill the little bastard stumbling toward me.
He pulled up sharp just a few feet away, flicking his head back so the long hair he had flew back from his face for a brief second before falling into his eyes again. “Look, Pops,” he started, his boyish grin flashing me a set of perfectly white teeth that I had to control the urge to break. “I know you’re trying to look after her. Blair’s cool. She’s hot. She’s got this attitude and sass that I fucking love, ya know?”
“Ya know?” Ripley echoed mockingly, folding his arms and propping his shoulder against the wall. “Let’s listen to what else the kid has to say, Pops.”
“Right?” the kid agreed, bobbing his head.
“You have three seconds to get your ass out of this bedroom before I…” I paused to think. “What do the kids call it these days?” I questioned, stepping into the tiny shithead’s face. “Pop a cap in your ass?”
He swallowed hard, his non-existent Adam’s apple bobbing, making me wonder whether he had even gone through fucking puberty before he rushed from the room, with not even a goodbye to the young girl he’d been about to fuck.
“What a charmer,” Rylan snorted, rolling his eyes.
He and Ripley walked out first, Blair stomping behind them, trying to cover her face so the other kids wouldn’t see her being escorted out.
She refused to ride with me back to the clubhouse, opting to go with Ripley instead.
We’d developed a reasonably good relationship over the past couple of weeks they’d been at the clubhouse, but I knew this was where things would be decided.
“A party? Are you fucking kidding me?” Zoey hissed, standing at the entrance to the hall so Blair couldn’t escape to her room.
“Cosied up with a boy,” I added, pulling up a bar stool.
“You had no right,” Blair suddenly spat, tears streaking her cheeks. “You are not my goddamn father!”
“Blair!”
I held up my hand, halting Zoey before she could let loose on her daughter. Instead, I stepped forward, facing her head-on. “No, I’m not your father. But you know what? Whether you like it or not, I give a fucking damn about you.” More tears streaked down her face, and I took a step closer. “And whether we share DNA or not, I’m not going to sit by and let some asshole teen boy disrespect you. And neither are any of the fucking men in this room.”
My brothers who were around all nodded, and I couldn’t help but notice the way Zoey pressed her hand to her heart.
“It’s just been you and your mom for a long time, but you are both a part of this family now, and while it was not meant to be a permanent solution to have you stay here, I’d like it to be that way.” I dropped it—laid everything out on the fucking line.
I didn’t even look at Zoey because I knew it wasn’t up to her.
Zoey’s priority was Blair, and whether we had been sharing a fucking bed for two weeks or not, if Blair wanted out, things were over.
“You want us to stay?” she seemed confused, her eyes moving around the room as if she was checking with each member—these guys who had been her protectors and turned into family.
“Yes, if you haven’t noticed, I kinda fucking like your mom.”
“I called it,” Rip shouted, throwing his fist in the air.
“So, what do you think, kid?” I asked again.
The pause in the room felt like a weight pressing down on my fucking chest.
“That guy was kind of an asshole anyway.”
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