Page 25 of Saved By The Mountain Man

“I’m telling you; I can take care of my dad.”

“And I’m telling you that you can’t. You think he won’t raise a hand to you, that he won’t slap you around, just because you’rehis daughter. But I fully know him, and he would. You can’t stand up to him and think you will win.

“You’re brave for thinking it, but foolish for believing it.”

“Is that so?” Her eyes narrowed at me, her chest heaving with anger and I shrugged as I shook my head.

“I can’t do this right now. I need a moment.”

I tossed the towel I had over my shoulder on the counter and walked out on the back porch, needing to breathe. She could believe what she wanted.

And I knew I would be here to protect her. But he almost killed my ass last time. I had no doubt he would again.

I let out a sigh and then walked down the back steps and into the woods.

What exactly pissed me off?

That she texted him?

Because I knew she had to, or he wouldn’t leave her alone.

That she led him straight to my front door?

I knew that was going to happen the moment I picked her up and put her in my bed to rest.

As shitty as it was, I think her mindset on the matter was what was pushing me over the edge. That she thought she could bat her eyes, give him a smile, and wave a wand to make this all go away. But that was not the case.

You didn’t become the leader of a biker gang because you had a soft spot for your daughter.

Any of us guys knew that he had to be strong, unable to show a small crack of concern for her. And over time, that just meant his heart hardened to her as well.

She didn’t have him wrapped around her finger like she wanted to pretend. He might allow it, but that was it.

In this case, my sweet Vixen was about to learn just how much of an asshole her dad was.

***** Vixen *****

I watched him walk out of the house, my gut churning. With a sigh, I plopped down at the kitchen table and shook my head.

“What was that about?” I mumbled, glancing outside. He walked down the steps and into the woods and I frowned.

“I know I can handle my dad. Does he really think I can’t?”

After a few minutes of watching a retreating back and that was no longer there, I got to work on making breakfast. Maybe after his frustration he didn’t need it, but I did. Especially since I seemed to have worked up quite the appetite thanks to all the things he did to my body.

I finished the eggs and got them in the pan, my eyes straying to the window.

“Don’t worry about him, Vixen. He’s a grown ass adult. He doesn’t need you watching over his shoulder or some bull shit.”

I added the veggies then plated them once done, knowing this would be far too much food for me to eat. I grabbed another coffee then the plate and sat down, hearing my phone buzz again.

With a roll of the eyes, I grabbed it, knowing that it wouldn’t be Hugh but silently praying it wasn’t my dad. I didn’t have any more energy left to deal with him.

I know where you’re at, Vixen.

That was it, that silent message.

I felt a chill roll down my spine and I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Hugh was right, if maybe I didn’t have the handle on my dad like I wanted to believe. Which was a scary thought.

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