I arrive home around an hour later from my first date with Amelia, and I need to talk to Tiffany. I want to make sure it’s okay if I have someone in my life. It may be fucking soon with Amelia, but she is mine.

She was the moment I walked into the vet’s office and her dark blue-green eyes looked at me. I want her, and I want to know everything about her.

I open my front door and my dad pops around the corner. “How was it?”

“I am so fucked,” I admit, and he bursts out laughing and nods his head.

“When I met Adeline, I was so beyond fucked it wasn’t even sane, but when have we ever been sane?”

I walk over to the bar and pull out a stool; then I give my dad a death glare. “Yeah, I figured out how fucking insane I actually was.”

His eyes widen and he gives me that shit-eating grin he is known for. My dad, Smiley, got his name because he will beat your fucking ass and do it smiling. My sister, Shaylin, got that from him, but I never had that problem until tonight.

“Yeah, some fucker was staring at her ass, so I grabbed his face and smashed it into his plate. Amelia turned around, and that’s when I realized I was fucking grinning ear to ear,” I deadpan, sitting farther back in my seat.

He throws his head back laughing; my dad is nuts. He was so thrilled when he saw my sister beating a kid’s ass on the playground and she did it smiling.

We grew up as MC kids; our fathers are badass fuckers, and that was instilled in all of us. Shaylin is the only girl in the entire club.

We hit the teen years, and every single one of us turned out exactly like our fathers. We aren’t the kind of fucking men to murder without reason, but we do it without mercy when it comes to someone we care about or a cause that gets us riled—like the trafficking ring, for example.

Some fucking people should not be allowed to breathe the same air as we do, and I don’t mind blowing their brains out in a split second.

“That’s my son.” Dad chuckles and smacks me on the shoulder.

“Where’s my daughter?”

“She is in her room watching TV. I am going to head out and see my woman.” He winks.

I shake my head and walk up the stairs to Tiffany’s bedroom. She is lying on her stomach in the middle of her bed, her face resting on her palms, staring at the TV.

“Hi, Baby Girl.”

Her gaze shoots over in my direction, her eyes light up, and she sits up. “Daddy!”

I smile and sit on the edge of the bed. She crawls over and wraps her arms around my neck. I kiss the top of her head and hug her a bit tighter.

I still can’t fucking fathom not having her in my life, and my biggest regret in life is not watching her grow up.

“What are you watching, Angel?”

She lets me go and crawls to the top of the bed to lie against the pillows. I kick off my boots and move to the other side of her.

“I am watching Moana.” She leans over and rests her head on my arm.

“Angel, how would you feel if Daddy had a girlfriend?” I look down at her face waiting for her reaction.

She doesn’t make a peep for a few seconds, and she raises her head to look at me. “I want you to be happy, Daddy, I want a mom also. A real one.” Her eyes mist with tears and my heart shatters. I would do fucking anything not to have her shed another one.

“Don’t cry, Angel.” I pull her to my chest and hug her to me.

“I didn’t mean to, sometimes it happens.” She sighs and snuggles closer to my chest.

“I know, Baby, but I don’t want you upset.” I tickle her sides and she squeals with laughter. She wiggles trying to get away, but I just tickle her more.

“I give up!” she screams between laughing.

I laugh along with her and give up, letting her rest. She glares at me and moves farther away from me. “That was not fair.” She pouts and looks away.

“Angel.” I laugh and reach for her.

She rolls her eyes and moves back to me. “Love you, Daddy.”

I kiss her on the forehead, because it’s time for her to go to bed. “Goodnight my angel, love you more than life itself.”

I slide off the bed and grab her blanket from the foot of the bed. I bring it up to her neck then turn off the TV. She closes her eyes and I walk out of the room, leaving the door cracked so it’s not completely dark.

I walk into my bedroom and shut the door behind me. That’s when I remember my phone in my back pocket. I take it out and notice a text from Amelia telling me she made it home.

I reply to the text.

Me: Glad you made it home safe, I will see you Friday night.

She replies instantly

Amelia: What’s Friday?

Me: Me and a bunch of friends are going to the bar.

Amelia: Okay, you picking me up or am I driving?

Me: I will be there at eight.

Amelia: Okay.

Me: If I can stay away for two days. ;)

Amelia: That kiss drove me wild.

I grin.

Me: You haven’t seen wild yet.

Amelia: Oh boy. Goodnight Lane, see you soon.

Me: Goodnight Doll.