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I shook my head.
“Dad won’t let anything happen to me.”
She snorted with an infuriating smirk that made me want to scratch her eyes out.
“Sure. Keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night, sweetheart. Everyone else can see that your daddy sacrificed you like a useless little pawn.”
I clenched my teeth. Clearly, I wasn’t making any headway with winning Baby Doll over. Pasting on a tight smile, I shouldered past her.
“Well, that’s enough girl talk. I’d better get back to my husband—”
Baby Doll caught my arm.
“Blackbeard was my friend, and a member of this club, well before you came along. That will never change. So, if you’re toying with him, if you’re using him for some twisted game,I will skin you alive. Is that clear?”
I pulled out of her grip.
“Message received.”
Turning on my heel, I pushed the kitchen door open. Just because I married into the Blackjacks didn’t mean they were willing to welcome me into the fold. They hated my guts and they weren’t shy about letting me know that.
Breaking them down was going to be harder than I thought.
Chapter seven
Blackbeard
“It’s too quiet in there,” Kingpin muttered.
“I know,” I replied.
Watching Leigh follow Baby Doll into the kitchen sent uneasiness prickling along my skin. Two headstrong personalities in the same room. And Leigh seemed hellbent on her mission to irritate the shit out of everyone for her own amusement.
Which would go over like a fucking brick with Baby Doll.
I told myself that they were both adults and they needed to sort out things between themselves. Besides, I'd learned the hard way that Baby Doll didn’t like anyone to butt in and fight her battles for her.
So I waited. Listening. Holding my breath, expecting some sign that they were slaughtering each other in the other room.
Just as I decided that I couldn’t stand the silence any longer and probably needed to interfere, Leigh shoved the kitchen door open, striding into the main room of the clubhouse.
And she lookedpissed.
That bratty demeanor was gone, overshadowed by the thundercloud that brewed in her eyes.
But her gaze snagged on mine, and she donned a well-practiced smile.
“Well, I think it’s high time I got out of your hair. There’s still some unpacking I have to do back at the house. I shouldn’t be wasting time sitting around here, twiddling my thumbs and making a nuisance of myself.”
Before I could reply, Leigh was out the door.
A moment later, Baby Doll emerged, carrying a container of leftover mac and cheese from the Cattleyard Diner, with a bottle of beer tucked into the crook of her elbow. She dropped into the seat Leigh had vacated and wedged her boot against the table’s edge.
“It’s not even noon,” I said when she chugged her beer.
“You say that like I’m supposed to give a fuck,” she replied.
I raised an eyebrow. Baby Doll avoided my gaze as she dug into her pasta, shoveling it into her mouth.
