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I’m not letting this piece of plastic pleasure my woman. I want her to be just as miserable as me as we wait the months out until I come back. Nothing is getting in that sweet pussy until I come back to bed her into the next century.

My hand shuts the door softly behind me and I turn finding Colin waiting by the stairs.

“I need to talk, to you, son.”

“I figured you might.”

I respectfully follow him down to the kitchen. He already brewed a pot of coffee, but he sits expecting me to help myself.

I pour the steaming hot liquid into a chipped mug and take a seat.

He tries to intimidate me by staring me down.

But it won’t work.

His daughter is mine, and he’s lucky I’m gonna give him a grace period to get used to that fact.

His loud breathing fills the air between us. I feel a pang of sympathy for the burdens he carried and for the bad blood between his father and mine. The old man that sits across from me looks as if one strong gust of wind will knock his ass right over.

“Let me put your mind at ease—whatever business you with the club—has nothing to do with me. I have no interest in starting up shit from anything I learned in my father’s journals.”

His body relaxes, but the worry doesn’t leave his face. “What about my daughter?”

“She’s mine.”

“Hell, no. Christ, you’re almost twice her age; she’s young—never dated much. Leave her the hell out of this,” he roars smacking a hand on the table, wheezing as he tries to breathe.

I smile like the devil himself. “So what? She’s more mature than other girls her age growing up the way she did. But don’t worry, I don’t want to break her—I just want to love her. I still want her to finish getting her degree. I’ll let her stay until graduation day. I hope you enjoy your time with her until then.”

My chair scoots back as I walk to the sink, placing my empty mug inside. I stare out into the darkness, firm in my resolve to come back one day and take what’s mine.

“How can I trust you? That you’ll keep the shit that went down between me and your father to yourself? And about the money I took?”

“Because I’m gonna come back and get my woman—your daughter, and if anyone hurts her, I’ll kill them. And secondly, I never got along with my old man. In good conscience—I can’t hold whatever shit that went down between you, against you.”

“What about the money I owe ya’ for your portion of the bar?”

“I don’t need your money and I have no interest in the bar. I already have my own business. Do what you want with it.”

“I’d give you anything but her. But I won’t even bother begging. My eyes aren’t as sharp as they once were, but even I can see the determination you have to take my girl.”

“She’s no longer your girl. Get used to that fact old man. If anything happens to her when I’m gone—you’ll wish the club found out about your shit. ‘Cause, I’ll break your old legs and shove them up your ass. I’m not changing my mind about her Colin. She’ll be my woman.”

He slaps his knee, “The two of you will be the death of each other. You’re too much alike.”

I glare at him leaving without another word. But as I walk outside and climb into the truck—I can’t help but stare longingly at her window wishing I could run back in and snatch her. I’d make her mine tonight.

I feel myself swelling inside my jeans. It’s gonna be another night of jacking off while thinking about her. But now I can come to the memories of what her silky fold felt like on the tip of my dick.

I never planned on marrying, but from the minute I saw her, I knew it was fate. I want her like no other and she’s not a woman I could walk away from after, for someone else to experience.

Fuck that.

I’ll have Meat keep an eye on her.

Shanna better use her time wisely. Because when I come for her, they’ll be no going back to the life she had before.

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