Page 112 of Vegas Daddies

And even though Brander excels in survival, it doesn’t make him exempt from danger tonight. Something could happen, not just to him, but to the others too.

And not just to the bikers.

But to Daddy too.

What if he dies with us on bad terms?

This isn’t just about me anymore, though.

The child growing within me deserves a grandfather.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?” I ask.

“Anything, darling.”

“I need to speak to my father. Can you take me to Summerlin?”

“Alice.”

My father opens the door like it’s made of steel or something.

I slide indoors. My hands set up camp on my arms, chest closed because I’m in no way shape or form ready for this conversation.

A linen shirt has been buttoned up only a third, his white chest on display. Dark circles pool under his eyes, and sleep crusts both corners of his eyes. He at least dressed himself today, but barely. The pants might be tailored and purchased from Alan David, but he wears them back to front, and the brown leather belt strapped around his waist snakes through only two of the five pant loops.

“I know you want me to get an abortion”—cut straight to the chase—“but that’s not what I want. You won’t understand, and you don’t have to, but at least hear me out.”

His exhausted eyes stare at me, waiting.

“I’ve never felt happier than I have this past month.”

More staring.

“My relationship with Match, Brander, and Lifesaver…it’s more of a marriage.”

His eyes don’t widen, and his lips remain threaded together in a straight line.

“I’m carrying one of their babies, and they’re all going to father it.” I take a breath. “And as for Lifesaver, he’s a good guy. He didn’t know I was your daughter when this all got started. He feels terrible, but he’s happy with me.”

“That’s true—Lifesaverisa good guy, but his involvement in the MC is why I kept you at arms length from him. It’s a dangerous world to be in, Alice. Laws are set for a reason—to ensure safety. Bending them brings serious consequences. These guys mightnot have suffered any yet, but they will, and I want you as far away from them as possible when it happens.”

“But they make me happy. Don’t we all deserve to be happy?”

Daddy leans into the wall, ankles crossed together. “It’s alright, Alice.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, we’ve both made mistakes in our life.”

“But none of this is a mistake.”

“Sure it is.” He stands upright again. “When we’re young, mistakes are inevitable. You’re like I was—young and impressionable, but you’ll come around one day.”

“No, Daddy. This isn’t the same as you speed-dialing the Bratva one afternoon.”

“Alice, baby,” he says, voice controlled. He’s too tired to raise it. “That’s not?—”

“This isn’t a phase, Daddy. This is my life. I love them.”

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