Page 27 of Her Biker Daddy

“You shouldn’t tease him,” I state, pulling Law’s attention our way, and that look from earlier is in his eyes once more.

“He’s young, they enjoy it,” Law replies with a shrug and a smirk.

“Cash isn’t like that,” I warn despite Tate’s look to stay out of it. “He wouldn’t have ever joined a club if his dad wasn’t your old treasurer. He grew up in it, so it seemed natural, but without that, he’d never come anywhere near it, or bikers. He’s sensitive.”

“Is that so?” Law says, his eyes glittering more and I hope I didn’t make things worse for him. “Feel like kin to him, honey?”

“Maybe, he’s the only real friend I’ve ever had so I don’t want to see him hurt.”

“Alright, I’ll be nice,” Law responds, and Tate kisses my forehead, his hand running up and down my side, making me feel safe enough to deal with anything now. “So, why don’t we get into the background of things. I know some of what’s going on from Prez, but he didn’t get into the nitty gritty of it to know exactly what it’ll take to get you this inheritance.”

“We appreciate you coming. None of the guys in the club are lawyers or have anyone close that are, and since the nature of the club is sensitive to start, we needed someone we can trust to protect all of our interests,” Tate says, as I slip my hand into his free one, and I smile when he lifts it to his lips, before settling it onto his chest. “On the surface yes, the legal court battle will be to see that Everly gets the inheritance that is her legal right based on her paternal grandparents’ will. Underneath, there’s a shit ton more to it.”

“Alright, let’s start with the legal side. Why are you seemingly not able to get the inheritance without a court case?” Law asks.

“My paternal grandparents’ will says that the eldest blood child of my biological father, inherit the company. It’s very specific in that it states the eldest blood child, which I am, but I’ve never been acknowledged as such,” I explain. “My mother was his mistress and purposely got pregnant thinking he’d divorce his wife who had fertility issues and marry me so he’d control the inheritance until I was eighteen and could sign it over to him. He laughed in her face at the idea of marrying the trailer trash slut and ended up having twins about two and a half years after I was born.”

“So, he’s not named on your birth certificate and in order to be able to claim the inheritance, we’d need a DNA test to prove you’re the eldest blood child,” Law says, and we nod. “We should be able to compel a test if your mother signs an affidavit stating that she swears he is your father.”

“And that’s where we start running into the bigger problem,” Tate says, stopping when the door opens and I give Cash a grin when he carries in a tray. There’re two cups of coffee on it, one that’s entirely black while the other is a lighter shade, and I’m sure the black one is for Tate. He won’t touch it if there’s anything in it.

“Slice was still in the kitchen, so he cooked up a sandwich for you. Steak and egg on a muffin,” Cash tells him, putting the plate of it and the lighter cup of coffee on the table next to him. “Cream, no sugar,” he adds nodding towards the cup.

“Steak, not bacon?” Law questions, and he nods. “Good boy, and you’re right, I like cream in my coffee.”

I shoot him a questioning look when Cash flushes, looking away from us, and he just smirks in response. “Thanks Cash,” I tell him when he hands over a bottle of my juice to me and a plate with pumpkin oatmeal muffins that Slice has been making me the last week because I’ve been starving long before lunch arrives for some reason.

“You’re welcome, Eves. Slice packed up the rest for you to grab later,” he adds before handing over Tate’s coffee to him and heads for the door. “If you need anything, just holler.”

“Anything?” Law queries and Cash’s face flushes more as he gives a little jerk of his head and disappears out the door.

“Tease on your own time,” I tell him after the door shuts, the look in his eyes still the same as earlier, but the way he licked his lips has me wondering if Law is really joking as much as he plays it off as.

He nods absently as he takes a bite of the sandwich, a grunt following it before he swallows. “Damn, you got women in the club as members?”

“No, Slice is a man and entirely into women. Can’t shoot for shit but he can cook and bake so we let him in anyway. Between him and Chef, we eat good around here,” Tate says with a laugh teasing my chin. “Unlike the cooks at the diner in town. I don’t recommend going there.”

“Only reason you did was to see me, wasn’t it, daddy?” I tease him in return, and he nods, giving me a soft kiss before looking back to Law as he finishes his sandwich.

“Alright, you were saying there were bigger issues around than us just filing an affidavit to compel a DNA test,” he says, taking a gulp of the coffee, and a smile flashes across his lips before it ghosts away.

“Major ones,” I agree. “Namely called that the man who is my father is corrupt, as are the cops and judges in town. It’s likely going to be impossible to get a judge to sign off on the order.”

“Who’s your father?” Law asks, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

“The mayor, Adam Jackson, and the inheritance…is Jackson Distributing which he uses to pay for all of his bribes and cover ups,” Tate answers for me.

“Now it’s making more sense. If he can’t pay, people will turn on him,” Law guesses.

“Human nature, flock to the most powerful to avoid being trampled on,” Tate replies.

“True, and I’d gamble that once we start down this road, there are going to be threats on not only the club but also serious threats towards Everly.”

“We’re ready for it, no one’s touching my girl. I already killed two cops from town that tried, but that was before things became public knowledge,” he says, kissing my forehead again and I smile, resting further against him.

“Others in town know he’s my father but they’re paid to keep their mouths shut. His wife knows. The twins know. My mother was threatened with something to keep her silent all these years and it has to be something big because she’d have caved to get her hands on the amount of money the company makes,” I add.

“You think he might have her taken out, so she can’t try to be called into court?” Law asks and I shrug, pulling a nod from him. “You don’t have any concerns if it would happen, do you?”

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