Page 139 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

Finally a spark of life. “Even better.”

“What?” his daughter asked, actually looking interested. Miracle of all fucking miracles.

Like every weekend or week they spent with him, by the end of it, they were much more loving and talkative. But,damn, it was rough getting to that point. And by the time it got there, they were going back to Sasha’s.

Then next visit, the cycle started all over again.

“We’re doing a club run and all the kids are coming.”

“Can I ride with Uncle Nox?” Chloé asked, her eyes actually a bit excited with the prospect of going on a ride.

“No, Dylan is.”

In the back seat, Dylan did a fist pump and yelled, “Yes!”

She frowned. “Then can I ride with Monty?”

“I’m not sure she can make it, honey, she usually works Sundays. You’re riding with your old man.”

“Oh.”

There went that tiny scrap of enthusiasm.

“Is Beck going?” Suddenly that enthusiasm was back, but in full force.

He glanced over at his daughter with a frown. Cross and Nash’s adopted twins were about the same age as her. Chloé was only a few months older.

“Not sure if Beck will want to go. Hopefully Bri will.”

Did his daughter have an interest in Beck? The boy had a shitload of issues. Most likely he’d end up taking after Nash. Crew had no doubt if he did, the kid would join the Dirty Angels MC, and not become a cop like Cross, a member of the Blue Avengers.

The kid was going to be trouble. Actually, he already was. He was constantly stealing and fighting and getting suspended from school.

He’d even run away for two weeks not long after the couple adopted him.

Cross and Nash had their damn hands full with those two. Brielle was a little easier to deal with. Beck had a chip on his damn shoulder that might as well be a boulder.

Crew wouldn’t be surprised if the boy eventually ended up in prison.

“I’m going to text him and tell him to go.”

Crew just about choked on his spit. She was going towhat? “How do you have his number?”

Chloé shot him a look like he was an idiot. They probably exchanged numbers at one of the BAMC events or found each other through social media.

“How often do you talk to him?”

A curtain came down over her expression. “Not often.”

The fuck if he believed that.

But that guaranteed one thing…He would be having a long fucking discussion with Beck’s father, Cross.

Crew was determined to keep those two apart. He would do whatever he needed to do to protect his baby girl.

Whether Chloé wanted that or not.

Because Father always knew best.

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