Page 40 of Target

My gaze moves to Rex, who is grinning from ear to ear, then I look back to my baby girl. Once she was so fucking small she sat in the palm of my hand, and my voice soothed her. Now she is fucking telling me what her future plans are.

“How the hell do you know about boys and big time jobs?” I inquire, leaning my arms on table, looking her square in the eye.

Rolling her eyes, she smiles. “I watch movies with Mom.”

That’s all she says, before she bites into her fruit.

“You watch movies with Mom, that is it. What the hell kind of movies is your mother letting you watch? I think I need to have a word with her.”

Rolling her eyes again, she points to Rex with her fork.

“You were just proud of him talking to some girl he might want to date. He can date, so why can’t I?”

“He is a boy,” I scoff.

“Daddy, really?”

“Yes, really.” I cross my arms over my chest, mock-glaring at my kid.

Shaking my head I clean up the table, then my phone rings from across the room. Wiping my hands with a clean dish cloth, I pick up my phone, hitting the answer button after seeing Royal’s name there.

“Royal, what can I help you with, brother?”

“We were on a hunt when we got information that they are heading toward you. You wouldn’t happen to have some spare time to go and track this fucker down, would you, brother?”

I look to the kids and sigh. “Fuck, I have the kids; their mother and stepfather are both ill.” I think, biting my lip. “Give me ten, let me see if my neighbor can watch them for me at short notice. How long until the target gets to me?” I am already walking toward the door.

I click my fingers, getting the kids’ attention and mouth ‘Peter’ to them, so they know where I have gone. They nod, and I am out the door, keeping it open so I can watch them.

Hanging up the phone, I knock on Peter’s door. My gaze flicks to the house, but all is good. My fingers flex into a fist as I wait for him to answer. I have always enjoyed helping out with the Rugged Hunters; it gives me an outlet for any pent-up frustration that I am carrying.

The door swings open and I can’t stop the smile from happening as I see Madalyn on the other side. Dressed in a leopard skin skirt that stops below her knees and a white T-shirt with leopard print lips on the front, her hair is piled up on top of her head, with some parts down and framing her face. Her black framed glasses sit on her face, and she looks fucking sexy.

“Target, what are you doing here?” I cock a brow at her after she uses my road name.

Like Emmi, she rolls her eyes at me, making me chuckle. Leaning on the door frame, brings me closer to her; she smells like cocoa butter and vanilla.

“Kohen, what are you doing here?”

“That’s better, baby. I came to ask a favor of Peter. Is he around?”

“He is but he is not feeling very well right now,” she tells me.

“Shit.” I look back to the house, thinking about who I can call to come and watch the kids.

“Is there anything I can help with?” A frown sits on her pretty face when she asks.

Fuck, will she watch the kids? They like her, so I don’t think they would give her too much shit.

“I have been called in for club business and I was hoping he would sit with the kids. Their mother is sick, fuck, their whole house is. I was hoping Pete could sit with them until I get back.”

“I can watch them for you. If that works for you?” I watch as her eyes widen as if she did not mean to say that, but fuck me the offer is out there now.

It would give her and the kids time to bond a little, right? I mean, I am planning on bringing Mads into their lives full time, she just needs to be on board with that.

Biting my lip, I inch forward, my boots touching her sneakers. Her breath hitches when my hands settle on her hips, pulling her to me. Her hands rest of my chest, her fingers digging into my shirt.

“I would love for you to sit with them, baby. They think you are pretty fucking great, thanks to spending time with you at the library.” She looks at me with wide eyes for a second, before she licks her lips, drawing a groan from me.

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