Page 48 of Sniper

It’s time to bring my family home and have words with Tech.

A few hours later, I’m showered and have made sure the house was ready for my girls. I drive to the apartment with Pitbull in the passenger seat of my truck.

“This is a bad idea,” he mutters.

I turn to him and ask, “And if this was Faye?”

He’s quiet for a moment, wondering what it would be like if his old lady, who he has been with since third fucking grade—no lie—wanted out.

“Never mind, this is the best fucking idea.”

I chuckle at his words, and pull up outside the apartment building. I curse when I see my girl dragging three suitcases toward her shit box.

Pitbull laughs and states, “I fucking like her….”

I snort, shaking my head, and utter, “You grab Autumn, and I’ll tackle my girl.”

He grins. “Think of it this way, brother. She’s basically already packed.”

I laugh and get out of the truck because the fucker is not wrong. I slam the door shut just as Autumn shouts, “Daddy!” and runs toward me.

I catch her, holding her tight as her arms go around my neck, and my eyes go to my woman’s. I raise a brow, and she sighs, dropping her chin to her chest, knowing she’s busted.

Fucking woman!

Pitbull murmurs, “Yeah, I can see why you wouldn’t want to lose this,” making me half smile.

“I missed you, Daddy,” Autumn whispers, and I smile, replying, “I missed you, too, Princess.” I kiss her head, and I say, “Do me a favor and go to Uncle Pitbull for me, yeah? He’ll put you in the truck.”

She nods and I hand her over to my brother, and whisper, “Click her in, then grab the bags. I’ll come back later to see what she’s left.”

He nods and asks, “Her car?”

I smirk. “Can stay. She has a new Honda at home.”

He chuckles, murmuring, “Protect your fucking balls, brother.” After that, he does as I ask while I walk over to my wife, praying she likes my balls too much to injure them.

She raises a brow, her eyes looking over my cut, and comments, “See you’re not hiding who you are now, huh?”

I wince. “I never wanted to hide it, Firecracker. The first few months, I just needed to be sure you wanted me for me, but when you said you hated MCs, I panicked. You’re the love of my life, and don’t act like you haven’t kept things from me because you know you have.”

She shakes her head, not noticing Pitbull grab her bags. I smirk, which soon wipes off with her next words.

“It’s not the same, Theo,” she snaps. “I needed time to talk about what I went through, things that, to this day, I struggle to deal with; that's why I see someone. What you did was lie about who you are; you hid a whole identity from me, a family…. I-I want that divorce, Theo. Our marriage is a lie.”

Anger hits.

“If you think I’d allow you to leave me, take my daughter and unborn child away from me, take yourself from me, then you have another think coming.” I point at her, her eyes narrowing on my finger, not at all intimidated by me. I continue, “I won’t lose you. You’re my heart, and it's time you fucking came home.”

With that said, I storm over to her and lift her bridal style, making her gasp, and I walk her to my truck, knowing once she’s inside she won’t cause a scene around our girl.

She squeals, hitting my chest, and I grab her hand, not wanting her to hurt herself.

She narrows her eyes and growls, “Put me down, Theo, and what the hell happened to your knuckles?” Pitbull's chuckle echoes behind us along with his, “Told you so.”

I glare at him, then put my girl in the back seat, where I may have put the child lock on, and clicked her in.

She glares at me and demands, “What happened to your hands, Theo?”

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