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“And I should have trusted you. I know that you care for Sasha, and would never do anything untoward.” The words that I need to say linger on my tongue, but I know I need to man up and say it. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Is all she says, but the smile on her face tells me it’s genuine.

ChapterTwenty

Stone

“This smells soooo good,” Oriana groans from the other side of the counter. I thought that things might be awkward after last night, but that’s not the case. Although, her noisy approval of the food I’m making makes my cock stir. My mind projects images of her laid under me, dark hair fanned out over crisp white sheets, mouth parted, lips swollen and those fucking eyes that seem to haunt me even in sleep. The same sexy as fuck noise bursting from her, making her tits jiggle every time I push into her.

Jesus, what the hell. It’s breakfast, for fuck’s sake.

I quickly go back to my task of plating up pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon onto two adult plates. On a smaller plate, I place two smaller Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes alongside the sliced banana and blueberries ready for Sasha.

“I was wondering if it was okay for me to take Sasha out today?”

“I don’t think that’s…” I start but soon get cut off by Sasha, who apparently has hearing the equivalent of a military grade listening device.

“Wanna go, Uncle Gabe. Go with Orio to the park.”

“We’re not going to the park, sweetie.” Oriana finishes off Sasha’s breakfast with a sprinkle of chocolate chips and a drizzle of maple syrup, then takes it over to her, where she’s sat at her tiny table and chairs that’s already covered with a teapot and cups from her play set. “I was going to take you to an indoor play group.” Oriana makes room on the table, then slides the plate in front of Sasha. She then flashes me a steely glance. “So, you can play with other children. You know Gabe, like we discussed a few weeks ago?”

Fuck! I shake my head at Oriana. She knows that she’s put me in a difficult situation. How can I say no to Sasha now without looking like an asshole?

“Only if you eat up,” I slide one of the large plates across the counter towards Oriana as she makes her way back towards the Kitchen. “That includes you too,” I point at her with the knife and fork I’m holding before putting them down beside the plate.

“Jeez,” she singsongs when she looks at the pile of steaming hot food. “I know I have a good appetite, but that’s enough to feed a family of four.” Her lips twitch at the corners as she tries to suppress a smile, but the sparkle in her big and beautiful cerulean eyes gives her away. “Feeder much,” she adds with a snigger before sliding onto one of the high stools on the other side of the counter. “So, is it a yes then?” she pushes, hitting me with a smile so true that it lights up her whole face.

Fuck, she’s pretty, and when she smiles at me the way she is now, it damn well takes my breath away. But her natural beauty and her shapely figure is not the only thing that has caught my attention. It’s her empathy, her acceptance, and so many other things that radiate from her. The first time I set eyes on her, all covered up, quiet and shy, I thought that this girl didn’t have enough backbone or wits about her to fit into mine and Sasha’s life, not to mention the MC lifestyle. The young woman I see in front of me now hammers home to me that you shouldn’t always go by first impressions. She’s stronger and smarter than I took her for.

“I’ll ring Edge, get him to bring up a car for you in about an hour.” I concede. I shove a piece of crispy bacon into my mouth before opening one of the kitchen cupboards and reaching into the back of it. “Here,” I slide a burner phone over the countertop towards her. She catches hold of it before it hits the side of her plate.

“What’s this for. I have a phone.”

“Yeah, but if you need to contact me or the MC urgently, if you get into any kind of trouble, you use that one.” I inhale another two forks full of food that barely touch the sides. “I’ve pre-set it. Press one and you’ll get straight through to me. Two for Smoke and three, the call will bounce around the rest of the council numbers until someone picks it up.”

“This is a bit too much.” She claims.

“You want to take Sasha out, then you take this with you, no argument.”

“Okay, okay, keep your boxers on.” Cheeky bitch, I think, shoving more food in to stop me from grinning like a crazy fuck.

I watch her slightly amused when instead of cutting a piece of the pancake and eating it, she cuts up everything until her plate is covered with bite-size pieces. “Come on Sasha, eat up we’re going to have so much fun.”

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“Hey, Cub,”Oriana greets Wolf’s young son when he slides out of the driver’s seat of the brand new, black Chevy Trailblazer. It’s fitted with all the top safety features, including a built-in navigation and tracking system. “Holy fu… fantastic car.” She stops herself from cursing just in time, which is a fucking good job, as I’m right behind her with Sasha’s hand firmly in mine.

“Cub,” I growl out, unable to hide my pissiness at him being the one to bring up the car. If looks could kill, Cub should be pushing up daisies any time now.

“Wow, Cub, who’s car is this?” Oriana gushes, running the tips of her finger over the mirror shine surface of the hood. “This is lush.”

I quickly slip in between him and the open car door that he’s still hanging on to, elbowing him out of the way as she goes to look inside. “It’s yours,” I answer, even though the question was directed at the little shit who, for some reason, is still going against my orders. “Well, it’s solely for your use while you’re working for me.”

The fact that I’d warned him off for a second time when we got back from the Dunne’s warehouse seems to have still not sunk into the horny fucker’s, dumb-ass brain. The lame excuse that he’d only gone up to the house at Oriana’s request because her computer had crashed, and she was having trouble rebooting the system, didn’t cut it with me.

“You can’t be serious,” Oriana contests. “It’s gorgeous and huge but… I’m not sure that you need to purchase such an extravagant car.”

“I do and I did. Sasha’s safety is paramount, which warrants a quality vehicle.” I open the back passenger door to find that Edge has already secured the child seat I’d insisted on for Sasha. “Come on, baby girl, let’s get you all strapped in,” I cooed, picking her up and carefully placing her into the seat.

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