Page 74 of Watch Me, Daddy

“You’re in for a treat,” Aidan proclaimed by my side, his lopsided grin warm with love for his family.

A family I’m now a part of.

Kieran cleared his throat and started to sing.

“When Irish eyes are smiling,

Sure, ‘tis like a morn’ in Spring.

In the lilt of Irish laughter,

You can hear the angels sing.

When Irish hearts are happy,

All the world seems bright and gay,

And when Irish eyes are smiling

Sure, they steal your heart away.”

The entire bar had gone silent, listening to the powerful man standing at the center of the room. From Kieran’s piercingly light blue eyes to his luxuriously expensive tuxedo, he radiated with power. Aidan’s hand squeezed around my waist, and I glanced up at him, noticing that he looked just as powerful.

“When Irish hearts are happy,

All the world seems bright and gay,

And when Irish eyes are smiling,

Sure, they steal your heart away.”

When the song ended, there was a roaring applause, and Kieran grinned as he looked around the room.

“Now, let’s get this party started,” he proclaimed, and the crowd roared once more with their delight.

Then the little bell above the door chimed, and a massive, looming figure moved through the door. It was my father. He approached me, his expression warm, and several other members of our bratva family followed behind him.

“May I have this dance, Irina?”

My father’s eyes twinkled as he held out his hand to me. I felt Aidan’s presence behind me, his arm casually draped over my waist. My father’s gaze shifted to him, a stern expression crossing his face.

“You better take good care of her,” my father warned, but his gaze twinkled playfully.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Morozov, I’ve become quite good at it already,” Aidan replied, his grin laced with a touch of mischief of his own.

“Is that so?” My father raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, please, you two. Can we just have a nice dance without any threats or teasing?” I quipped, rolling my eyes, yet still enjoying the warmth of their light banter surrounding us. It was comforting in a way, as much as I would deny it to their faces. They were two strong-willed men, both fiercely protective in their own ways, coming together for a single purpose: to make sure I was safe and taken care of.

“Alright, alright. Just remember, Aidan, I’ve got eyes everywhere.” My father chuckled and pulled me into a hug.

“Understood, sir,” Aidan replied, shaking his head with a smile.

My father took my hand and led me to the floor. As we swayed to the music, his arm wrapped around me, holding me tight.

“Are you happy, Irina?” my father asked, his gaze tender as we danced.

“Yes, Father,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I smiled up at him, feeling a rush of gratitude for this moment.

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