Page 86 of Silver Fox Daddies

All I hear are the remarks from the club members and my own pounding heart.

They know Jax is my father, but how? Still in the doorway, one foot in, the other out, I scan the surroundings, trying to look past all of the bikers.

And there she is, nestled nicely between a few of the men.

Gigi.

She must feel me watching her. She turns her head and waves me a hello, wiggling her pointed fingernails in my direction.

I tense my jaw.

All she can do is smirk.

That bitch…

All of that bullshit about working as a mobile nail tech…

She planted that document under my door—she wouldn’t have been able to do that without some digging. That only meansshe’s been hard at work, sticking her nose into more of my business. Somehow, she found out that Jax is my father.

I watch her weave through the crowd, smug like the cat that got the cream.

She looks at Bishop and he doesn’t look away.

This is the sickest I have ever felt.

All hell breaks loose, members pestering Grizzly, wanting to know what he’s gonna do about this. There are too many layers of voices for me to concentrate on one—probably for the best. Noise dwindles away, my breathing the only sound. It’s like I’m snorkeling, underwater, all the voices blurring into one.

I turn to go, but Cash rushes forward before I enter the veranda, pulling me back. All of the men are distracted from the shocking turn of events, so nobody bats an eye as he sneaks me down the corridor, pulling me into a room along with Bishop and Diesel.

The door slams behind us.

Cue the interrogation.

I tense my shoulders, unable to drop eye contact with any of them.

“I’m sorry.” It’s the only thing I owe them. An apology.

Bishop shakes his head, the expression on his face a mixture of anger and dismay. “We trusted you. Welcomed you into our lives.Toldyou things…”

“I know, I know.” I shut my eyes, unable to look at them now. “But you have to trust me when I say I didn’t know who he was.”

Diesel has returned to his stoic self, loitering in the corner of the room, watching like a silent predator. “What are you talking about?”

“Not at first.”

Bishop keeps a hard jaw, his face angled away from me. “You knew at some point and consciously decided to keep the information to yourself. Why?”

“Because,” I burst out, “I didn’t wantthis.I knew you would see me as a traitor. I knew you wouldn’t trust me.”

“When did you find out?”

“When I was here during the attack. My daddy was outside. I saw him through the vent when I was hiding underneath the bed.”

“You could have told us.” Bishop keeps his distance. “You had plenty of chances to tell us, but you kept quiet.”

A tear falls down my cheek. I sniffle. “You wouldn’t have seen me the same way. I am my father’s daughter, but I promise you—I’m nothing like him.”

Cash’s brows part, the disappointment turning to sadness. The other two remain straight-faced.

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