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“I know. There’s nothing anyone can do to make it enough, babe, but you have to let go of it.”

He’s right, I know he is, and I would give him this exact advice back, but he doesn’t know the whole story.

CHAPTER 8

TRICK

I’m so fucking tired. Shit is busy at the club as the hunt for Desmond Richardson picks up. That cunt is in the wind, but I’m hopeful he’ll slip up at some point and we’ll pick up his trail. In the meantime, all the prospects, which includes me, are picking up the slack, including protection for the old ladies and keeping shit running while the patched members are gathering intel.

Kicking down the stand, I climb off my bike, and despite my shitty day, I can’t stop the grin from crossing my face as I walk up the path to my front door.

When I first came back, I used to dread coming home. There were so many ghosts, so many memories of the time I wanted to forget, but that has changed. Heidi and Sophia give me something worth coming home for.

When I unlock the door and step inside, I hear my daughter’s shrill shriek. Fuck, that girl has some lungs on her. Heidi’s laughter follows, the sound drifting toward me, and the hold the demons have on me loosens just a little more.

I head up the stairs, following their laughter towards the bathroom, and shove the door open.

As soon as I do, I know I’ve fucked up.

Sophia is in the tub, her hair full of soap and styled into a mohawk, but it’s not my daughter my gaze is locked on.

It’s Heidi. She’s sitting in front of my daughter, the bubbles barely covering her creamy thighs and showing a tantalising hint of her cunt. Her dark nipples are wet and shiny, and I can’t tear my eyes away from them.

“Shit,” she hisses, water sloshing around her as she covers her tits with her hands.

I’m not a saint, and when confronted with boobs, I look, so it takes my brain a second to kick in and remember my fucking manners.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, averting my gaze, even though the image is seared into my mind for all eternity.

“What are you doing home?” Her voice is an octave higher than usual, and the water moving around is distracting, calling me to look again.

She’s naked.

Fucking naked. And I’m just standing here.

My cock is stirring to attention behind my zip, and I resist the urge to readjust myself as it bites against the material. Don’t get fucking hard. The last thing I want is for her to think I’m some kind of pervert, but I’m not blind. Heidi is fucking attractive, and her body is a wet dream. I saw enough to imagine what she’d feel like beneath me, my fingers gripping her curvy hips as I?—

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I say, cutting my thoughts dead. Although sorry is not what I’m feeling right now. “I didn’t expect you to be in the bath with her.”

She surges out the tub quickly, giving me another glimpse of her pussy. I should turn around, but I don’t. Instead, I hand her a towel off the rail as she climbs out.

As she wraps it around her body, pink spreads over her chest and up her neck, and it’s wrong how much I like that.

“I’m the one who’s sorry. I should’ve locked the door.” She steps back to the tub, dropping down in front of it and grabbing the jug to wash the soap from Soph’s hair.

This angle isn’t any better. Now, I have a view of her bare shoulders glistening with water droplets.

“When you’re naked in the bath, yeah,” I say through my teeth, “lock the door.”

This is testing all my fucking resolve.

“How come you’re home so early?”

She tips Sophia’s head back and carefully rinses the soap out of the mohawk, flattening her dark strands. The gentleness of how she treats my daughter makes me soften toward her. Heidi truly loves my child, and I’m grateful Sophia had this while I was failing as her father.

“Howler let me go for good behaviour. Do you always bathe with her?” It’s not what I mean to ask, but bath time suddenly holds a lot more interest to me.

“Uh, yeah. It’s just easier. When it was just her and me, I couldn’t really leave her alone so… I just started getting in with her.” She glances over her shoulder at me, wrinkling her nose. “Is it weird? I won’t do it again if you think it is.”

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