Page 42 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

“He’s going to want to do something about that mirror he shot up, too, before your aunt comes home,” she adds.

“Oh, my God. I forgot about that.”

Melissa nods toward the guys behind the bar. “He’ll probably bring a couple of prospects to help with cleaning up the damage.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary.”

She huffs a laugh. “Darlin’, get used to it. It’s just the way these guys are. He’s gonna take care of you. I guarantee it.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Rafe—

When I come out of Church, I find the girls at the bar.

I take one look at Tori, then shift my eyes to Melissa. “You got her drunk?”

“We only had a couple,” Melissa answers, grinning, her eyes glassy.

Billy walks up, and I give him a look.

He surmises the situation and lifts a brow at the prospect. “How many did they have?”

“Five.”

I reach across the bar and grab Cody’s shirt in my fist. “You kept serving them, prospect?”

Cody holds his palms in the air. “You said to give her whatever she wanted.”

I shove him back.Fuck, I did say that.

“It’s pouring,” Melissa says, grabbing Billy’s chest. “Are we spending the night here, baby?”

He strokes her face. “Sure. Come on. Let’s go to my room before you pass out.”

TJ stands in front of Gigi’s barstool. She doesn’t look as drunk.

“Since your mom is babysitting, can we stay, too?” Gigi asks.

TJ grins. “Sure. Don’t want you falling off the bike.”

Red Dog opens the front door and looks out. “It’s just a drizzle now, pussies.”

The older crowd heads out. Cole, Crash, Green, Shane, Jake, even my father, Wolf.

Cole stops at Tori’s stool, then looks at me. “She okay to ride?”

“I don’t think so.”

He digs into his pocket and pulls out a key. “Use my room. The girls keep it clean. I’m goin’ home to my ol’ lady.”

“Thanks. Be safe.”

He slaps my shoulder, then walks out the door.

“Come on, Tori. Can you walk?”

“Sure. I’m okay.” But she wobbles as she stands.

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