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When my father gave me access to my trust fund early after what happened, he told me to live my best life without my mother’s daily intrusion. Many times, I ask my father why he doesn’t leave my mother; he is still a handsome man, with a kind and caring personality, but he always replies that he can handle my mom and that he loves her.

“I am glad that you can see some sense. Lord knows you are so much like your uncle.” I can’t help but smile at her words that she meant as an insult but I take it as a compliment.

I go to reply but she ends the call. Typical. Everything is on her terms.

Needing to clear my head before I go and pay Tree and baby Archer a visit, I leave my things laid out on the table, and go to my bedroom to change into better clothes that are more suited for public visibility.

Dressing in a cream bird-print, knee-length dress with a small collar and a thin brown belt at the waist, I slip my feet into a pair of brown flats and pull my hair out of its messy bun, and thankfully it adds to my natural curls. With my purse hooked over my shoulder, I slip my phone into my dress pocket, before leaving my apartment and taking a walk along the beachfront to clear my head.

Walking is good for the soul as my great Aunt Clarisse used to tell us. So, hopefully it will help today.

CHAPTER FIVE

JACK

“That was amazing, kid. Go again,” I call out to Dom.

He has the day off school today; something to do with a water leak, so they closed the school. My kid, as always, was excited to be able to have time chilling with me since I did not go on a hunt this morning with Finan and Lennox.

Dominic wanted to come to the skateboard park and spend some hours soaking up the day’s sun, while doing tricks and socializing with kids outside of the club and school. I know he loves the club kids, but they are all younger than him.

He looks like a fucking skater kid: baggy jeans, Vans and a white T-shirt with some slogan on it, and a black baseball cap with the word ‘DIBS’ printed on it. My mother and her ideas.

My ass is planted on one of the two footwalls that line the walkway. The backpack at my feet is filled with snacks for him and a few bottles of water for us. You learn pretty fucking fast that kids need feeding and watering many times throughout the day, so now even though he is ten, I still carry shit with me or close by in my truck.

Looking down the path to my right, I see a couple pushing a stroller with a younger child just in front of them on a bicycle. They look like a happy family, and my gut jerks at the thought of Dom wanting that.

He has asked about his birth mom, but I give him vague answers; he is not old enough to know the whole truth about what she did or what she was like. With all the women in his life, I know that he would love a woman he could call his mom; seeing my brothers all having kids and settling down has me wanting that too.

I smile when her face pops into my head.

Lilith Cullen.

Now, that chick makes my fucking motor rev, as corny as that shit sounds. I have always found her sexy and beautiful all in one, but kept her at arm’s length, as I was a ball of raging teenage boy hormones. Then Dom arrived and she pulled back completely, never entertaining the idea of seeing if we could be something more; but times have fucking changed.

Lilith will be mine; I just need to show her that we would be fucking fire together.

Time is ticking by, it is flying by, so no more wasting it.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I feel someone watching me. Looking over my shoulder, I see her.

Lilith is moving toward me, looking like a wet dream, in a cream dress that hits mid-thigh, showing me the legs I want wrapped around my waist while I slam into her, making her scream my name. My pants get tight in my crotch area, thinking of finally getting inside of her tight body.

“Baby,” I greet her when she steps a few feet from me.

“Jack.” Shit, I love my name on her lips.

“You going somewhere?” I ask.

Her shoulders bounce in a shrug.

“Needed to take a walk.” She sighs, and I can see she is coiled tight, nibbling her lip, and her hands are gripping the strap of her purse.

“Join me.” I tap the wall next to me.

I never want to see Lilith suffer, and by the look on her face, she is upset about something, so I need to find out why, because I never want her to be hurt, not after what that fucker did to her, or what I have learned about her family after the cunt cheated on her.

Her body is a little stiff as she sits next to me but not close enough, if you ask me, so I inch closer. Her breath itches and I smirk at the response.

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