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My mama snarled, “Who was that pendejo?”

I looked up at my dad and smiled a sad smile.

He picked up on it and said, “I’m not going to like this. Am I?”

I shook my head, “It was Marco, Dad.”

He was silent for a beat.

Then he turned and punched the wall.

“I’m going to kill that lying sack of trash. He told me he had changed. That he saw the light. And I’m the dumb motherfucker that allowed him to be in the same house where my daughter sleeps.”

Asher growled from behind him, “You’re going to have to get in line.”

My dad turned and looked at Asher.

I couldn’t make out that look.

But after a minute or two, my dad nodded.

Umm... okay.

“We’ve got people looking for him. We’ll have him before the sun comes up.” Asher said with one hundred percent honesty.

That made me shiver, but I felt no remorse for what was about to happen to him.

He had creeped me out for years.

And when I told Asher that after he carried me to his bedroom to clean my feet, he wanted to know why I hadn’t told him.

“Because I only saw him a handful of times. And you have enough on your plate without worrying about some creepy guy.”

He sighed, then ran his hand through his hair, “I want to know about everything that involves you, Chloe. How many times do I need to make that clear?”

I didn’t have a chance to answer him because he started cleaning my feet.

And all with a gentle hand.

How in the world could the president of an outlaw motorcycle club have gentle hands?

I knew the answer.

Because he was Asher.

And he could do anything.

In thinking that, I closed my eyes and didn’t realize I had fallen asleep.

Asher

I didn’t know how long I sat there after I had cleaned up her feet.

Minutes?

Hours?

I wasn’t sure.

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