Page 105 of Vegas Daddies

“You should’ve kept quiet,” Match says, “about the Bratva elimination. It’s a good idea, don’t get me wrong, but this is all happening because you announced it to the world.”

This piques Levi’s interest for some reason.

And now it’s Match’s turn to experienceWicked Wizard of the West.

Peter’s eyes feel ready to pierce through my soul.

“You’ve got some lip.”

“And they’ve been on your daughter’s,”I hear Match say under his breath.

“You’ll pay for this, all of you.” Peter’s jaw quivers, mouth salivating with anger. “Howdareyou assault my daughter?” Heopens the question to all three of us, then proceeds to shake his head at Levi. “And you? You’re supposed to be her fiancé.”

“And you’re supposed to be herfather.” Levi extends his hands in question. “Which is why it makes no sense to me that you never really seemed to care about the wedding, or why it didn’t take place.”

If there’s one thing notable about Levi, it’s that he’s got our backs on Peter being a shit father.

Levi strolls over to the calendar hanging from a pin on the corner wall. I like to jazz mine up, go with alternating themes every year to make the first day of every month exciting. Clearly the days for Peter just all merge into one. A pictureless calendar hangs askew on the wall, most days scribbled in with something, probably work related. Levi extends his finger and moves it across the dates until?—

“Aha.” He turns back to Peter. “Nothing. You didn’t even put it in the calendar.”

This isnota good day for Alice. Her eyebrows part, and sadness wells in her eyes. They fill up with tears and subtly, when she thinks nobody’s looking, she wipes them away.

“This is a work calendar,” Peter says.

“Are personal events not important to you?”

Peter doesn’t respond and crosses the room to Alice to wrap an arm around her.

Alice shakes it off. Then she sniffs and looks away.

“Ali, I’m so sorry about?—”

“You killed Mom.”

Levi’s jaw drops.

Must be news to him.

“I know, baby, I know.” Peter repeats the phrase multiple times like he understands what he’s done, and I believe him—I knowheknows he fucked up—but it’s too late. His relationship with his daughter will never be the same again.

“You’re pregnant?” Peter’s voice hardens. “Triplets?!”

“No.” Alice’s voice is tiny. “But Iampregnant.”

“Who?” His jaw tenses. “Tell me now.”

“Daddy—”

“Who, baby?” He stands with his hands on his hips, eyes switching between myself, Match, and Lifesaver.

I’d like to see him throw a punch.

I could throw one right now and end this fucking thing, but I see the way Alice looks at her father. Even on bad terms, her undying love for him surfaces behind her pain-stricken eyes. Right now they’re overcast, layers of sadness and pain and hurt clouding over them, but that doesn’t mean that the light has snapped out completely.

We can’t hurt her.

But Peter can hurtus. Cancel us in minutes. He has the entire population of Vegas on his side. What do we have…?

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