Page 106 of When Kings Fall

It was why he’d been called down here to the Knight mansion by Roman.

“It’s really good seeing you in person again, baby girl,” my dad said as we made our way toward Roman’s study where he and the boys were already gathered.

“You too, Dad.”

“We’re never doing that estrangement thing again, yeah?”

“I’m sure we can find a different way to handle it the next time we piss each other off,” I teased.

He smiled.

But that was short-lived when his gaze dropped to my all-seeing eye pendant.

“When did you start wearing that instead of keeping it in your wallet?”

“A couple of years ago.” I took in the pain all over his face. “Do you need me to take it off while you’re here?”

“No. I’m glad you wear it. A part of your mom. Her last gift to you. Laying eyes on it after all this time was just… I guess I wasn’t expecting it.” His lips lifted. “But then again, just looking at you is seeing a big part of her too. You’re so similar in looks.” He registered my baby-pink off-the-shoulder top with my matching pink heels. “Although, all this pink is new.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. It somehow became my thing.”

“I see.”

We reached the study and I stopped for a moment. “Are you ready to do this?”

“Baby girl, I’ve been ready for fucking years. It couldn’t come a moment sooner.” He reached out and laid his hand on my shoulder gently. “Neither did you putting that fucker, Tommy, to ground. I’m real proud of you.”

It was an odd thing for a father to be proud of his child for—killing a man. But from his perspective he meant it as me being capable of putting down my enemies like a boss. Also, he wasn’t exactly a conventional parent.

There was certainly a lot of that going around.

We stepped into the study, all maroon and fancy mahogany wood.

Roman and the boys were gathered around a rectangular mahogany table, Levi and his dad on one side staring at one of Levi’s laptops, while Mason and Colt were on the other viewing a second. They were all standing, emphasizing the urgency I could already feel coming off them.

I was right there with them on that.

It was about to happen.

We were so close to finally ending Lynch once and for all.

“Curt,” Roman said, looking up to see my dad walking in with me. “Good to see you again.”

“Long time, yeah?” my dad responded humorously with sarcasm because it had only been a few weeks since Roman had approached him after Royce Humphrey’s first attack.

“Indeed,” Roman responded with a smile.

“Sorry it took me a while. It’s a ways to my storage facility that’s housing my old shit from the club days. Namely, what we’re gonna be needing for this strike later tonight—equipment and arms.”

“I appreciate you handling that end of things. It would’ve taken me a couple of days to access that sort of thing.”

“Well, you’ve got the whole legitimate business thing to contend with.”

“So do you, Dad,” I reminded him.

After all these years since disbanding the club, he still thought of himself as dealing in the down and dirty, but he’d cleaned up his act extremely well.

All right, what was about to go down tonight notwithstanding.

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