Page 7 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

“Wait… are you…are you my dad?” I ask.

He chuckles, “No kiddo, I’m not your old man. Didn’t your mom tell you about him?” he asks, confused.

I shake my head, “No, she never talks about him. I only just found out he was a member here. Is he still around?” I ask hopefully.

He sighs and looks at me sadly. “Sorry to be the one to tell you this, kid, but he’s gone. He died twenty years ago when you were just a baby.”

I’m surprised at the strong flush of sadness I feel for a man I never knew. “What happened?”

Diesel shrugs, “Same thing that happens to many of us, he got into a bad motorcycle crash. Your mom was torn up about it, she left not long after his funeral and never came back. We tried to be a part of your life, you’re Tommy Jackson’s kid—Tommy Gun as we called him—your family. But she refused to have any contact with us, said she wanted you to have a better life outside of this place and we had to respect that.”

I’m reeling with information, trying to process everything he’s just told me.

“Wait, his last name was Jackson? So he and Mom were married?” I ask, surprised. “She always made out that he was a one-night stand, a fling.”

Diesel shakes his head and tuts. “Nope, they were the real deal, Rose and Tommy. Never seen a couple more in love—well other than me and my old lady, God rest her soul,” he adds with a gentle smile.

“Wow… this is a lot to take in…” I say. “I can’t believe my mom hid this from me.”

“I’m sure she had her reasons. Though I have to say, I’m glad you found us. Never thought I’d see you again. Look at you now, all grown up,” he says smiling at me proudly.

It feels nice to have found this connection to my father, even though I’ll never get to meet him. “Can you tell me more about him? My dad?” I ask hopefully.

“You betcha, Tommy Gun was one of my best pals, though you’ve gotta tell me all about you in return,” he replies, and I eagerly agree.

We chat and share stories, and he seems genuinely interested in getting to know me. I feel bad that I have to hide who my stepfather is, but he doesn’t seem concerned that I don’t want to talk about him much. He shares stories with me about my dad and my mom, though the woman he describes is nothing like my mom is now. Without realizing it, the bar has filled up during our talk and Diesel happily introduces me to several members as Tommy’s kid. They all immediately welcome me and share stories too.

There’s a commotion down one end of the bar with some drunk guys complaining about how long it’s taken to get served, one of them reaches across the bar to spank Tammy and Diesel immediately springs up. “Duty calls kiddo, I’ll catch you in a bit,” he says before striding over to manhandle the drunk guy and rescue Tammy.

Poor Tammy seems flustered trying to manage behind the bar and I find myself saying, “Need a hand, Tammy?”

Chapter 5

Skye

I’m so distracted helping Tammy behind the bar that I don’t notice them arrive until I hear a familiar, masculine, pissed-off voice saying, “You hired a new bartender without consulting me, Tammy?”

I look up to see the four hunks from the party standing at the bar, the voice coming from the leader of the group who looks unimpressed. Up close they’re even more devastatingly sexy than I remember. My breath hitches at the sight of them and my cheeks flush as I recall the filthy sex dream I had about them just the other night, Tammy looks like a deer caught in headlights.

“I wouldn’t… I mean… she…” Tammy stutters.

“She didn’t hire me, I’m just helping out cos it’s busy,” I interject.

“But honestly Prez we need a new barmaid and we could do a lot worse than Skye here. All of the guys already love her,” Tammy says, holding her hands up as if to say, ‘don’t shoot the messenger’.

The man ignores Tammy and instead directs his intense gaze toward me. “Come with me,” he orders, mutely I follow him, still reeling from looking into his incredible blue eyes.

A bit like looking directly at the sun, I feel dazed and overwhelmed by the sheer power he exudes.

We enter a back office with a large mahogany desk on one side and a seating area with a couch and two recliners on the other. He shuts the door behind him and locks it. My heart jumps to my throat as I realize I’m alone in a locked room with a very dangerous man and yet I’m not afraid. Not even close. I’m… turned on?

His commanding frame almost fills the doorframe he’s standing in front of. I try not to stare at his muscles and the tattoos that snake around his biceps but looking at his ruggedly sexy face doesn’t help either. I can feel a blush creeping up my neck as he stands there appraising me. I’ve never felt more exposed and yet he’s giving me the distinct impression that he likes what he sees.

“So, Skye. You want to work here,” he says, more a statement than a question but I answer him anyway.

“Yes, I do,” I reply, surprised to find I genuinely mean it.

I enjoyed working behind the bar with Tammy and meeting everyone, strangely this place feels more welcoming and accepting than my home. It’s my best chance to get a great story out of this and find out what they wanted from Bill, but even if I don’t, I want to find out more about my dad and his friends. Summer break is about to start and unlike last year, I don’t have an internship lined up, I was just going to work on my final project, so I’ve got plenty of spare time to work behind the bar. And honestly, I want to be here.

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