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I was glad she’d drifted off. If she’d kept up the talk of sex, I wouldn’t have been able to resist her, and I didn’t want our first time to be when she was drunk.

It had to be special.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

NARY

Saxon was in the shower a few days later when I heard his phone ring. We were about to head over to Josie, Pick, and Billy’s place so I could help her cook before we visited her mum for lunch in Ballarat the following day. As I walked to the kitchen, my mind drifted to the previous night in bed. Saxon had been in a playful mood. I’d lost count of the different positions we’d tried for a sixty-niner. Some were laughable, and those times made us chuckle at our efforts. Others were… delicious. We couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other. Even though I had begged for him to be inside me, he wouldn’t. He asked for a little more time, and since we were still experimenting with each other, I was happy to wait.

“Hello, Saxon’s phone, Nary speaking,” I said with a smile on my lips. I hadn’t even looked at the caller ID. I’d just wanted to answer it before it stopped ringing. So when no one spoke on the other end, I pulled the phone away to look at the screen. The number was private. Placing it back against my ear, I said again, “Hello?”

“Want to talk to my son.”

My heart started to race. It was Saxon’s dad.

“No,” I said, my voice low. I then cocked my head to the side, listening for the shower. It was still running.

“Let me talk to Saxon, bitch.”

“You will never speak to him again. Do you hear me? Never will you be a part of his life. You are dead to him.”

“The little prick can’t cut me out of his life. I know shit about that bastard that could land him in jail. It’s obvious you care for him, so do you want him spending the rest of his life in jail? I’m out the front right now. He’s living in some fancy fuckin’ apartment, thinks he can just forget about his old man. He can’t. Tell my idiot son to get his arse down here. I want a word.”

He was there, at our apartment.

But I wouldn’t let him see Saxon. I would not have Saxon be fed some bullshit from the man who was supposed to be his father.

Not if I could protect him.

“He’ll be down in a second,” I snapped into the phone and then hung up. I quickly called another number and prayed I could get rid of his father before Saxon even knew he’d stepped foot near us. When the person answered, I said, “Parker, please tell me you’re upstairs.”

“Am. You good, babe?”

My shoulders sagged in relief. “No. I need you to meet me downstairs to oversee something, please.”

“Be there in a sec.”

“Thanks.” I sighed in relief and hung up. I nibbled on my bottom lip, wondering if I was doing the right thing. Should I just let Saxon deal with it? No. Saxon had protected me in so many ways; it was time I stood up for him. For my man.

Swiftly, I grabbed my keys off the counter and marched to the front door. Opening it, I nearly ran into Parker. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and asked, “What’s goin’ on? Thought I saw Vicious was home when I got in from my run.”

“He is,” I said, shutting my front door and heading for the stairs with Parker beside me. “Saxon’s phone just rang. His so-called father is downstairs wanting to speak with him. Saxon’s in the shower. He doesn’t know he’s here, and I don’t want him to either. He’s not… his father isn’t a nice man.”

“Say no more, babe. I got your back.”

“Thank you.” I smiled and even when my heart was just about beating out of my chest, and my belly was a ball of nerves, churning over and over, I opened the entrance and stepped out into the morning sun.

There was an old man with a beer gut, and grey hair back and sides, bald on top, leaning against an old Ford sedan. He straightened when he saw us. A look of confusion came over his face, pinching his brows together.

“What the fuck is this?” he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

“My name is Nary. I’m Saxon’s girlfriend, and this is Parker, Saxon’s friend. Saxon’s in the shower right now, so he doesn’t even know you’re here, and I would prefer he didn’t find out at all.”

The man chuckled. “You can get the fuck back up there, you stupid cunt, and tell my—”

“Speak to her like that again and you won’t know what hit you,” Parker snarled. “I suggest you listen to her and then get the fuck outta here.”

Taking a breath, I asked, “Why have you come here?”

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