Page 22 of Jackass

“Nope, the prospect did.”

I swung my head in the other direction and glared at the prospect.

“Asshole. See if I give you my vote.”

“Don’t worry, Johnny, he won’t remember any of this in the morning,” Blade declared.

“Fuck you, asshole. I’m not that drunk.”

Blade stood from his stool, helping me stand from mine. When I took a step, I tripped over my foot and landed on my ass.

“No, you’re not drunk at all.” He snorted. “Come on, Johnny, help me get him into the truck. At least he walked here, so I don’t need to worry about his bike.”

Johnny and Blade carried me out to the truck. Once they had me settled into the seat, my head rolled to the side and everything went black.

With a dry throat and a pounding head, I woke up in my bed, fully dressed. The last thing I remembered was sitting at the bar in town. Johnny was there, and Grace was working. One of them must have called the clubhouse for someone to come pick me up.

I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. I needed to put something in my stomach to soak up the alcohol still sloshing around in my system.

Pulling on a fresh pair of jeans, a clean tee, and my cut, I left my room in search of breakfast.

My hand reached up to push open the double doors leading to the kitchen and stopped before making contact. Laughter from the kitchen washed over me.

The laughter of a woman and the giggle of a little girl made my lips tip at the corners. However, my smile quickly faded when I heard the rumble of laughter from one of my brothers.

Pushing the door open a little more forceful than necessary, the scene that greeted me made last night’s rage instantly resurface. My little girl and my woman appeared to be having a grand time. That wasn’t what pissed me off. I would never begrudge them their fun.

What had me furious was the giant man in the kitchen with them, consuming their attention. Sammy stood by the stove, holding Charlie and smiling up at Tank, who was cooking breakfast.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” I growled.

Sammy started and spun around. Tank peered at me over hisshoulder, then quickly turned back to the stove.

“Daddy!”

Charlie squirmed in her mother’s arms until Sammy set her on the floor. She raced over as fast as her little legs would let her and threw herself into my arms. I immediately scooped her up, pulling her tight to my chest.

“Good morning, Charlie.” I carried her over to the counter.

“You said a bad word, Daddy,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’ll try to do better,” I apologized and kissed her forehead.

“Uncle Tank is making pancakes.” Charlie squealed, clapping her hands together.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked. “I was hoping to catch you before you had breakfast. I was thinking you and I could have a daddy/daughter breakfast date. What do you think, Shortcake?”

Charlie placed her little hands on my cheeks and asked innocently, “Can Mommy come too?”

I glanced over at Sammy, then back to Charlie.

“Well, I thought because you and Mommy have spent so much time without Daddy, that we could have some time just the two of us. What do you think, Charlie?”

“Jack.” Sammy sighed.

“Don’t be an ass, brother.” Tank was really pushing his luck with me.

“Bad word, Uncle Tank.”

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