Page 109 of Dagger

Cash ignored him.

Wilder bent himself back so far it seemed like he was double-jointed.

Cash brought a hand around to pull him back upright.

Wilder suddenly shot up and smashed his forehead into Cash’s nose.

Cash let out a pained grunt as blood exploded everywhere; though I had to give him his due, he didn’t drop the baby.

“Oh my God,” Layla exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth.

Cara cackled then crooned. “Good boy. Mama loves you.”

John rolled his eyes. “Someone take the baby while I get the stupid fuck a towel.”

I gingerly held my hands out to take Wilder, pulling my face away from him, just in case.

Wilder almost leaped into my arms, grabbed the neckline of my tee, and pulled it down until my bra was exposed.

“Wilder!” Cara snapped. “Stop showing Elise’s bra.”

I couldn’t help laughing,

Wilder laid a wet kiss on my neck, then turned toward his mom, gave her a big, toothy smile, and gurgled, “Ma ma, da da.”

“Little charmer,” she muttered. “You’re just like your father when it comes to boobs.”

Cash groaned.

“Come here, ya big baby,” John murmured, sticking a wad of kitchen towel over his son’s nose.

Cash let out a yelp.

“What the fuck happened here?” a deep voice boomed.

I turned to see Atlas standing at the door with Belle strapped to his chest in a baby carrier.

He nodded toward Cash. “Did the Sinners get him or somethin’?”

Cara smirked. “Wilder beat him up. Broke his nose.”

Atlas began to laugh.

“Ma ma, ga ta ta,” Wilder gurgled, pointing at Cash. “Da da, oo oo.”

My son-in-law doubled over laughing. He slid one arm around Belle to hold her in place while he pointed at Cash with the other hand, almost unable to speak through his laughter. “You got beat to shit by a nine-month-old.” Tears streamed down his face. “H—how the fuck did he break your fuckin’ nose.”

Cara howled, holding her stomach as she laughed her ass off. “He—he headbutted h—him.”

Cash let out a curse before snapping a very nasally-sounding “Fucker!” at Atlas.

“Crying,” Atlas squeaked.

John craned his neck to look at Atlas while still holding the kitchen towel to Cash’s nose. “Stop bein’ a bastard and go and get Sophie.” He sniffed. “He may need his nose resetting.”

Atlas roared.

“Jesus,” Cash moaned, tipping his head back further.

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