Page 118 of Savage Daddies

“They kept me in last night to investigate the allegations further. Then, today they questioned some people from the school, returned, and unshackled me!” A grin lights up his face. “Freedom, baby!”

“Man.” I walk up to him. “About the brother thing?—”

“It’s fine. Seriously. Felix is locked up, and that’s all that matters. Sammy is still at the station. They recommended we go collect her tomorrow. It’s still pretty intense out there. Paparazzi have unofficially claimed the nearby streets, and are doing the usual—reporting Felix’s arrest and whatnot. Don’t worry, Sammy is safe,” he assures us.

“Sammy is yours.”

Everybody turns to Zoe.

Poet falters in the door.

“You heard what I said.”

“I suspected that was the case,” he admits. “But to hear it come out of your mouth…”

“I mean,technically,she’s Poet’s, but I want all of you as fathers,” Zoe says.

“Oh, Zoe…” Wrangler closes in.

“If that’s what you all want?” Her gaze switches between all of us.

I never thought I’d have kids—you have to fall in love for that to happen.

But Zoe’s presence in my life proves that the unexpected can happen. That life can turn a corner, and fate can reward you. I thought the masquerade party would be it—angels only fly into your life once.

I was mistaken.

Fate didn’t blow her my way to test and torment me.

Fate wants us to be together.

My past regrets won’t just fade away overnight, but Zoe’s right—people can change. For her and Sammy, I’ll turn a new leaf and leave the gun in the holster unless absolutely necessary.

I’ll still kill.

But only to protect my girls.

When something wonderful enters your life, you do everything in your power to hold on to it. Bad people lurk behind every corner. And I’m ready to put up a fight and protect what’s mine.

“I think”—Poet draws Zoe closer—“we need to make up for lost time.”

Wrangler frowns. “How so?”

Poet pinches Zoe’s chin…

And their mouths collide in a hot mess.

EPILOGUE

WRANGLER

Zoe relaxesinto Poet’s touch and rolls back her head as he kisses her neck.

“You smell divine, sweetheart.”

God, it’s been too long since I last heard her moan.

“It’s bedtime.” Bullwhip comes up behind her. Snakes an arm around her waist. “I love seeing you all naked and wet on the mattress.”

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