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What kind of father is this man?!
He chuckles and says, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I did. He always put everyone else before himself. He was eighteen, Rose, and the girl claimed she was pregnant. He married for the club and hisdad's sake. When everything came out, he wanted to leave her, but his dad said no, claimed it would be bad for the club, even threatened his role within the club, so he stayed with her. He’s a good one, Rose, and I approve, I mean, I don’t like I couldn’t walk you down the aisle, you’re my firstborn, but I still approve.”
“I-I, he-he….” I stutter before I finally say, “You told me his dad mentioned they live together.”
Dad hums and concludes, “He told me that three months ago, sweetheart, when he was most likely told about you, hoping I’d blab to you, which I did, I just didn’t know what I was babbling.”
“See, even his dad doesn’t want me with him,” I groan as I drop my head, “His wife, ex-wife, whatever the hell she is, is going to be on the warpath once she finds out not only did he divorce her but he then married me right away after basically having an affair.”
Dad hums and admits, “She is quite a nasty woman, mainly after his cut.”
“Daddy!” I snap and he chuckles before he says, “Look, should he have told you about Elsie? Yes, he should have, but would you have continued your relationship with him if you had known about her?”
I don’t say anything because no, I wouldn’t have, even if he didn’t want to be with her. After all, it is the principle of it.
He says, “Exactly what I thought. And did or did you not hold off on your course because you didn’t want to leave him?”
Again, I don’t say anything. I look down because I didn’t want to leave him. I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing him every day. When I did go, I felt lost and so alone that I didn’t see through Mark’s player ways.
“Sweetheart, get mad at him, throw shit at him, but don’t deny that you don’t love him, that he hasn’t moved heaven and earth just so he doesn’t lose you,” Dad murmurs, “Don’t lie to yourself anymore.”
My jaw ticks as my frustration builds again, hating that Dad can see right through me even on the freaking phone. He slams the nail in the coffin as he states, “Next week, I want a family BBQ, and bring your husband. I love you, sweetheart.”
He hangs up before I can snap at him, just as I hear, “Rose?” and nothing but anger fills me.
He lied about his wife. He lied about his club. He tricked me into signing a marriage license, and then proceeded to allow his ex-wife to hang off his arm and be all over him for what? For show? I don’t care, he still allowed it and then he wormed his way into my little sister’s life, getting her on his side and now my father!
“Come on, red, where are you? I know you’re home. Dirty got a ping,” Cage admits as I slowly stand before his form comes into the doorway. I see the relief in him, the way his shoulders sag. He really should be on his guard because after speaking to my dad, the shock has worn off, and the anger has taken its place.
Who in their right mind thinks it is okay to marry someone without them knowing, without giving them a say?
“Hey, beautiful girl,” he whispers as he leans against my doorframe, and I don’t think. I let my actions speak for me as I grab the photo frame of me and him, throwing it in his direction, screeching with pure anger.
Let’s see how he feels about me now, huh?
Chapter 17
Stone
I quickly duck in shock as a picture frame flies towards my head, and I curse, “Fuck,” as something hard hits my shoulder as she throws something else.
“You jackass,” she shouts as a hairbrush flings in my direction, “You liar,” she continues as a shoe comes next that I didn’t see because I was busy dodging the brush, it hits my head and I grunt.
Shit.
“Rose!” I shout as she throws her hair dryer next, and I just jump out of the way, further into the room, but grunt again as her hair straightener smacks me in the face and pain rivets across my cheek.
Fuck me, that hurt.
Rose goes to grab something else that looks like a metal thick wand, I rush over to her and grab her from behind, wrapping my arms around her. She lashes out and screams, “No, no, you are a liar!” just as her elbow hits my gut and I cough out another grunt.
Fucking hell my girl has fight.
Thinking on instinct, knowing I really did fucking hurt her with everything. I quickly turn her in my arms before she can hit me again and slam my lips against hers hard and quick.
She fights back, punching my chest, and I grip her red curly hair in my fist and hold it tight to keep her lips against mine while I wrap my arm around her waist. Within seconds, the punching stops, her fight gone as she grips my shirt and melts into me like she always does when our lips touch.
I slowly lick her lips, wanting access, needing it, and when she opens and our tongues touch, I groan as fireworks fly between us. I pick her up, kissing her harder with passion and so fucking much love.
