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“Wait, what? Natalie never said anything about a kid,” Reaper says, referring to his old lady.
Before Reaper and Natalie got together, she was William’s woman. Or more accurately, his punching bag.
“I highly suspect that she didn’t know. The girl is twenty,” Trigger tells him.
Reaper shakes his head. “That’s not possible. He was prospecting then with me. It would have come up.”
“I’m just telling you what the intel is saying,” Trigger says.
“Do you think she’s really his daughter or someone he hired to try and gain more votes?” Wrath asks.
“I mean, that’s a possibility, but that’s risky, isn’t it?” Colt asks.
“I would think so. Surely they won’t believe he’s a father if there are no pictures. I mean, shit, I don’t even have social media, but I know that there are still photos of the twins and me from when they were born out there,” Midnight mutters.
“I don’t know, but I plan on looking into it further. It only came to my attention before we came in here,” Trigger says.
Reaper nods as he looks at his watch. “Keep us updated. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to take Honk to the facility before we are late.”
“Good luck,” I mutter.
Wrath winces as he looks at me. “You know that what he was saying isn’t personal, right?”
“Yeah,” I lie.
They can tell me it wasn’t personal all they want, but I know the truth. Honk was always wary about my friendship with Harlee. I never thought anything of it because when we met, I didn’t look at her as anything but Honk’s kid.
Things have changed now, but it won’t matter.
I’m not good enough for his daughter, but the truth is, right now, he isn’t either. He wants to bash me for taking care of her, then he had better step up and be a better father.
If not, I’m afraid he will lose her for good.
He didn’t even say goodbye.
My father left this morning without a word. From what I understand, he is going to rehab. Honestly, part of me is happy that he is getting help, but the other part feels abandoned.
Grabbing a half-empty bottle of liquor, I take the cap off and take a swig. I mean, why not, right? If it’s good enough for daddy dearest, it is good enough for me.
It burns going down, but honestly, bring it on. I’d rather feel the burn than the silence in this house.
It’s weird. I didn’t like seeing him drunk off his ass every day, but now that he’s gone, I miss not seeing him passed out on the couch.
I don’t know how to process these feelings.
A knock at the door has me setting the bottle down. When I open the door, I want to slam it shut again.
“What do you want?” I ask, staring into those smoky green eyes.
“I came by to check on you. I told you that if you want to stay here, someone stays with you.”
I snort. “And you elected yourself, I presume?”
“I figured you would rather it be me than one of the others. If I have it wrong, I can get a replacement here.”
I shake my head, turning to head into the living room. I hear the door shut as his footsteps follow me.
Picking up the bottle of liquor, I take another swig.
