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“Daddy, hurry work!” Tate demands, and we chuckle as Brick raises a brow at me.

I sigh and admit, “She wants to go see Sky,” and he swallows hard but nods.

“She still thinks the sun shines out of her mother's ass?” he asks, and I nod because it’s the truth.

Her bond with her mother may be the reason why she wants nothing to do with us, but again, it could be because we lied.

“Alright, sugar plum, let’s go see Skylar,” I say to Tate three hours later as I unstrap her from the front of my Harley before taking her helmet off.

Tate grins as she rushes over to the dark oak glass door, and I quickly follow with a chuckle, opening it for her and letting her in.

Light gray walls come into view, with a dark blue wall behind the reception desk, which is white.

Sky’s decorated the place nice and warm with a light gray couch against the wall, plants on either side and two armchairs with a glass table in the middle full of magazines.

How in the fuck did she afford this?

She worked part-time at the doctor's office while doing a double major.

“Fury, hi,” Caitlyn says, and I internally roll my eyes to see her unbuttoning three of the buttons on her white blouse, showing her lace bra.

Caitlyn is a typical patch chaser who got turned down to be a clubwhore after she became obsessed with Viper. He fucked her twice and regretted when she wouldn’t leave him alone, then lost it after hearing he’d been seeing someone that not even us brothers have met yet.

I haven’t touched her, and neither has any other brother, the woman is becoming desperate.

“Button up your fucking shirt!” I snap with a demand, and she flinches at my tone, but I ignore her and watch as Tate opens Sky’s office door and squeals, “Sky-Sky”

Ignoring the desperate bitch to my right, I grin and walk over in time to see Skylar stand and catch my daughter, looking at her with shock but also full of love that makes my heart melt as she asks, “What are you doing here, sweetie pie?”

I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms over my chest as I state, “She wanted to come see you,” her gorgeous dark blue eyes come my way in shock before they move to my neck like always, and I eye her skirt suit outfit that fits her like a glove and my cock twitches.

Fuck I miss her…

I look back at her face that is in full view with her hair in a neat bun, a few strands framing her face to see her eyes still on my neck, or more the large tattoo of her name I got at the same time as getting Tate’s after she was born, only Tate’s is on my forearm.

“You’re not too busy, are you?” I confirm, not wanting to interrupt her work, and she blinks, breaking her connection with my neck. She clears her throat before looking at Tate, who bats her eyelashes at her, making me smirk because, of course, Sky melts.

“I’m never too busy for you, sweetie pie,” she says to my daughter, ignoring me yet again, while said daughter squeals in delight.

Shaking my head at Sky’s stubbornness, I push off the doorframe and walk over to the chair in front of her desk, taking a seat while she carries Tate over to a corner full of toys that I know are for Tate.

I tilt my head at them, and Psycho’s words from a few months ago come back to me…

“How has she got such a good bond with Skylar?”

It’s a good question because it’s only been these past few months since Psycho was in a coma that I’ve been getting my mama to bring Tate to her once I realized how close they were.

So who in the fuck has made the effort for them to have such a good relationship…

Their giggles echo around me, and I lean back in the chair, closing my eyes as I cross my arms over my chest, listening to them. I allow the sounds to soothe me while promising to find out who helped them get a bond and in turn, giving me an advantage to winning Sky’s heart again.

Chapter 7

Skylar

I grin wide as a content Tate gently brushes her doll's brown hair, looking cute in her pink coveralls that I know Mama bought her.

My heart is full and happy that she’s here like it always is when she’s around, while a little bit of sorrow swims deep inside me, knowing another child should be sitting here right now playing with their big sister but isn’t.