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“My fierce little warrior mama, keeping both my babies safe,” I agree as Stealth hands bolt cutters over to Law after checking Adam for a key. “I’m sorry it took so long, baby girl, but daddy’s going to make sure nothing happens to you ever again. Nothing will touch you over this.”

“Why don’t you wipe the prints from the knife and use the chief’s on it instead. We’ll torch this place, it’ll cover up the evidence on the bodies, but we can drop the knife outside. Make it seem like he ran, trying to cover up his tracks, assuming that Jackson was going to lose the company which would mean him being ousted, and his secret pastime would be revealed. The Jacksons knew about it, so he came and killed all of them before disappearing,” Stealth suggests, and it sounds like a plan to me. “There’s a little inlet next to the porch. The knife’s just the size to fit between the lattices. It’ll make it look like he dropped it on his way out, tried to grab it, but with the house on fire, he just couldn’t take the time.”

“No one will ever find what’s left of him, we’ll make sure of that,” Knuckles says, cracking his and I nod in agreement letting them take the knife as I carry my girl away from the mess.

“I love you, baby girl. So much. So, so much,” I whisper to her, my lips never leaving her face as we reach the trucks. Her eyes widen when she sees Thatcher and she lets out a little gasp. My gaze follows hers, but it lands on a birthmark and not the dildo still sticking out of his ass.

“No wonder the twins were so crazy. Their real father’s a serial killer,” Everly says, gasping again when Thatcher’s head turns, showing he’s still alive—for the moment at least.

“What?” I ask as Law and Cash draw up next to us. Knuckles and Rambo pull Thatcher’s arms up, making him grip the knife handle to put his prints on it.

“Melissa and Paul…they were never his blood. She has the same birthmark, same spot. My mother got the doctor to use his sperm instead of Adam’s on the twins,” Everly states and Thatcher jerks trying to get free. “I guess it’s only fair to tell you since you killed my mother. I killed them when the attacked me, so I’d say I win.”

“You did, baby girl, you did,” I assure her, watching as Stealth moved back to the porch and slid the knife where it would be seen but not easily reached, while the other surrounded Thatcher. “Anything you want to do before we go home? It’ll be the last time you ever see him. His body will be lost just like all those guys he’s killed.”

“Put me down, daddy,” she says, and I do, keeping an arm around her to ensure she’s steady, and she reaches for the metal arm that goes with a car jack, while the guys move aside so she can have free aim. She rears is back, swinging it hard and we all wince when she lands it straight against his balls. His scream is heard even through the gag, and she hands the item over to Law who’s smirking. “That’s for trying to convince them to kill me and make it look like I committed suicide when I was fourteen. Hell’s too good of a place for you. You should be boiled alive in lava over and over for the rest of time.”

“Ooh, good idea, honey,” Law says, kissing her temple and Cash gives her a tight hug as well before I pull her back to me, needing her in my arms for the rest of the night at minimum.

“Let’s go home, baby girl. Daddy needs to take care of his little girl, hold her close.” Her eyes meet mine and she nods, letting me swing her up into my arms and head to the other truck. I hold her on my lap the entire time, a hand wrapped around her waist, holding onto her hip, while the other I use to hold onto her head, letting my heart finally ease back to a normal state, as my face presses against hers. My tightness in my chest loosens and I can breathe again, even more than ever with the knowledge that the two biggest threats to my girl are now gone. She’s safe but even more than that—she’s free of them entirely.

“I love you, daddy. Thank you for coming to get me,” she whispers, and I smile, kissing her temple as I hold her even tighter.

“I love you too, baby girl. Thank you for being my strong little warrior. Daddy knows it wasn’t easy, but I’m so proud of you, baby. So fucking proud that you’re mine. That you let daddy teach you how to be safe. I will never let anyone put you in a position where you have to do that again. Daddy’s never letting you out of his sight,” I add, shaking at the horror of the simple thought.

“Then how will daddy’s little girl set up a surprise playtime for her daddy? Where he can have total control over his little girl. Make her do all sorts of dirty things. Make her hurt and enjoy it if daddy’s always with her?” she counters and I groan, my lips pressing kisses to her eyes and nose until I finally reach her lips, devouring her incredibleness.

“Alright, daddy’s never letting you off the property without him ever again,” I concede and her smile before I kiss it away, is as beautiful as she is—entirely in other words.

Chapter 14

Everly

Nothing has ever looked so welcoming as the sight of the clubhouse growing before my eyes. It feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve been here, not just two days. A little choked off cry bubbles up when Tonka pulls up in front of the place, and I see most of the club waiting outside the front doors. Tate’s lips press a soft kiss to my temple, and I swallow down the emotions not wanting anyone to think I’m unhappy to see them or that I’m hurt when it’s the complete opposite really.

“Let’s get you inside, baby girl,” Tate says, not letting me down as he slides out of the truck with me in his arms, against his chest.

There are cheers and shouts from the group and I smile, turning my face outwards as Andrea and Mona both hurry forward, asking if I’m okay. “Just tired and sore,” I assure them, getting hugs around Tate’s hold from both before he pushes us forward up to the door.

“Thank you, everyone, for your help getting my girl home the last couple days. There’s some news that’s likely to come out about the mayor and his family being killed as well as the disappearance of the chief of police. They were all involved so keep a tight ship. We’re likely to find more than just the sheriff’s department brought in on this. Don’t do anything stupid or bragging about shit. Right now, I need to get my girl upstairs and cleaned up. The others can tell you more when they get back. They’re still taking care of loose ends,” Tate says before moving us into the building and he takes me straight upstairs, and to our rooms.

I let out a little protest when he sits me onto a chair in the kitchenette area, but he kneels in front of me, cupping my face as his eyes run over my entire body. They darken when they see the askew buttons on my top and I lift my lips to his, giving him a soft kiss. “He didn’t even get them open before I had the knife in him. I’m okay, daddy.”

“You’d better be, or I’ll go dig them up and crush every last bone in their bodies,” he grunts, before sitting back onto his heels as he drags in a deep breath. “Right now, you need something in your stomach and then daddy’s going to clean every last inch of you before wrapping you up and taking you to bed.”

“I’m not hungry,” I counter, my face showing the distaste of the idea of food apparently because Tate’s hand slips onto my belly, his eyes holding me tight.

“Morning sickness or did one of them hurt you there? Give you something to make you sick?”

“I just think if I try to eat anything right now, it’ll just come back up. They didn’t give me anything yesterday and not even water until earlier tonight. It was just after Thatcher made plans with Cash that Paul brought down the bottle of water and tried to attack me,” I admit and the look on his face warms my heart. It’s pure, uncontrolled fury but it’s not at me. “I would have left them for you to take care of, daddy, but…”

“No, you did what you had to do, to protect yourself and our baby. Yes, I would love to have dealt out some justice to them and if I find anyone else that participated in this, I’ll give them everything they deserve and more, but knowing you were safe for the last few hours, just stuck there with that damn shackle on, is keeping me from losing it entirely. I love you, baby girl, and I will gladly kill for you, but I don’t have to kill what threatens you to feel like a man,” he says, and I smile, running my hand down his chest wanting him skin to skin with me so badly.

“Why don’t we skip the food and go straight to the shower? Daddy can wash his little girl like he did the first time he brought her home, then show her just how much he’ll always love her?” I suggest starting to slide my hand under his shirt, but he pulls back, giving me a hard look and catches my hand to his lips.

“No,” he says surprising me, but he gives my hand another kiss, settling the worry that instantly hit hearing that one word. “You may not want to eat anything, but you need to. You know the prenatal vitamins upset your stomach if you don’t have at least something with them. They’re important to take, for you and the baby, so on this, daddy’s telling you no. You’ll eat and then daddy will finish taking care of you,” he adds, making my heart melt entirely and I let him get up and watch as he moves around the kitchenette.

I don’t argue when he brings over a plate of cinnamon sugar toast drizzled with honey. He also brings me my vitamins and a big glass of orange juice to wash them down with. He sits with his arm around me as I eat the small snack, thankful it’s not a big meal, and even finish the entire glass of juice when he just gives me a long look as I sit further back in my chair with it half full.

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