Page 79 of Devil in Disguise

“Good,” King groaned. “Because tomorrow you will bring me up to speed. Got it?”

“Yeah, King. I understand.”

“Good. I told Amber to put you in one of the rooms upstairs. She went to get Danika’s crib from Mellie’s room.”

I nodded, getting up from my seat.

“Sypher?”

Looking at the President of the Nebraska Chapter, he said, “Happy to see you alive, kid.”

“Thanks.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Dante

It was a long night, and while I was grateful to have Danika in my arms again, I was so freaking tired. To make matters worse, Danny wasn’t making things easier as he grumbled and muttered most of the night about a particular interfering therapist that he firmly believed overstepped the doctor-patient boundary.

“All I’m saying is you could have been nicer to her,” I reasoned, holding Danika securely in my arms as we walked down the stairs. “She did protect and care for our daughter.”

“She did more than that,” he muttered under his breath as I rolled my eyes.

“I happen to like Missy. I think she’s a beautiful person, and she clearly loves our daughter.”

“A little too much, if you ask me,” he grumbled.

Rounding on him, I snapped, “I didn’t ask you, but I am telling you to get over it. You are not innocent in this either. So, stop throwing stones.”

Doing an about-face, I headed for the kitchen, knowing damn well Danny was right on my heels.

“Good morning, boys.” Haizley smiled as we walked in. “And how was your first night with Danika?”

Danny huffed, plopping his ass in a seat, while I smiled back. “It was wonderful.”

“She asked for cookies all night.”

Sighing, I placed Danika in a chair, ignoring the brooding man. “And what would my pretty little girl like for breakfast today?”

“Cakes!”

“Here we go again,” the peanut gallery muttered.

“Uh, baby, how about some fruit and eggs? That’s what Papa and I are having.”

“Speak for yourself. I’m having biscuits and gravy and lots of bacon.”

“You’re not helping.”

“Cakes!”

Getting up from his chair, Danny walked over and kneeled before our little girl. “Come on, gorgeous, let’s go get some bacon.”

“Cakes!”

“Danny, just let her have cake.”

“She can’t have fucking cake for breakfast. She wouldn’t go to bed without eating cookies, and now she wants cake. What the hell has she been feeding her?”

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