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She paused and stared at my father with a wide smile, “Fancy meeting you again, and so soon… Wyatt, wasn’t it?”

I could tell my father was simmering beneath the surface, the lines at the corner of his eyes tightened into a thousand curses.

“He is my father.”

“Yes. The president of the Dirty Savages is your father, Samantha.”

“Do you have a warrant?” my father dryly asked, holding his hand out.

She stared at it, her smile unwavering. “The door was open; it sounded like a nasty confrontation. As you know from our earlier encounter, we’re looking for Lennox Zade and your son, Malachi Nash.”

One of the men swung my bedroom door open and that cold anger washed through me again. What was it with people and invading my personal space?

“You gonna give him the same treatment you gave me?” my father quietly asked, a smile twitching at his lips.

I refused to be baited. I knew if I lost my shit, I’d be in jail and that was the last place I wanted to sleep.

“As far as I’m concerned, the only thing you’re looking for in my house, without a warrant, is a lawsuit, lady.” I blinked and returned my attention to Vane. “You know the man I got kicked out of the military for rendezvousing with was a tech specialist. My whole house is under video surveillance. You boys take your time violating my rights, ya’ll might want to double check that all them body cams are on. I imagine the superiors will want footage or explanations as to why there isn’t any to match mine. I figure the longer ya’ll trample my rights, the longer that checkwill be.” I moved past them all and flopped down at my kitchen table like I had all night for the fuckery.

“All out,” Agent Vane abruptly announced.

They trickled out, and my father shut the door behind them and stood at the window until the last of them had driven off.

“You’re ballsy, kid.” He laughed, “I can’t say that I ain’t proud, but that don’t change nothing. They’ll get their warrant. They’ll be back.”

“They’ll be disappointed.” I snorted.

When I opened my eyes, our gazes locked. He silently but pointedly shifted his whole head and stared at my bedroom door.

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt, “He isn’t fucking here, Dad.”

“You know you don’t have to hide shit from me. Ever. There is no problem that I wouldn’t help you solve, Babygirl.”

I nodded, not bothering to open my eyes again as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I heard his boots on the floor as he approached. He paused beside me, and his lips crushed to my forehead a moment later. I abruptly opened my eyes, unused to the affection from him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He murmured.

I nodded and watched him head out the front door.

I was beyond exhausted. I don’t even know when or what part had drained me, but I suddenly didn’t know if I had the energy to haul my ass to bed.

Just as I suspected, I awoke a half-hour later with an ache in my neck.

“Shit,” I murmured, as I stumbled toward my bed.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Daddy’s Home

Menace

I don’t recall how I got to the golf course, I just knew I’d never been colder in all my life. It was fucking April, but damned if it didn’t feel like the dead of winter on the river front.

“Shhhh-it,” I cursed, my teeth chattering so violently the word ended up stretched and skewed to unrecognizable proportions.

I was cross legged on a mound that let me see the many holes and the freeway beyond. That was probably why I stopped where I did. Even now, as I was thawing from the events of the night, I was confident I’d have time to escape, even if there were cameras capturing my presence.

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