Page 98 of Dirty Player

My father smirks while I almost vomit, then he slaps my brother on the back. “Man stuff.”

Ward—as I now have to call him as I can’t think of him as my father anymore—walks off, and I rake my hand through my hair and groan.

“Fucking hell.”

I barely stop myself from gagging.

“Man stuff?” Knox frowns, then I see the moment he clicks. His eyes widen and I nod. “Who is she?”

“Penelope,” I reply.

Because that’s all we know.

For now.

But if I know my brothers and me, we are going to find out exactly who she is.

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