Page 238 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

“Angie, there’s so much I need to tell you.”

“I can see that.”

Zander turned in the front seat. “If you two are ready, I’d like to get out of here.”

Keira nodded and moved back into her seat. “What did you say to him?” she asked Zander.

“What?”

“When he smiled.”

Zander grunted. “Weird bastard. Told him that I even saw him again, I’d pull his entrails out through his ass and feed them to him. I swear, he nearly laughed.”

That was bizarre.

Zander turned on the truck but didn’t put it into drive, instead he looked back through the rearview mirror. She turned her sister. “Angie, you have to put on your seatbelt or he won’t drive.”

“What? Why not?”

“He’s overprotective.”

Angie eyed him. “But he’s good to you? I saw that rock on your finger.”

“Yeah, he’s good to me.” She met Zander’s gaze. “He’s possessive. And a little insane. But I couldn’t live without him.”

* * *

Zander slowedas they reached the gates to their driveway. He pulled off to the side of the road.

“Is someone trying to ram your gate?” Angie asked from the backseat.

Keira was glad her sister had agreed to come home with them for a while. But she had a feeling she wouldn’t stay long. There was something infinitely sad about Angie. She’d been used for most of her life and Keira just wanted her to find some happiness. Like she had.

Things were slightly awkward between them. Angie had told them how she’d escaped Bartolli’s house after his murder. That she’d run, and not looked back, wanting to forget everything and everyone. Even though she’d tried to protect Keira by telling the Fox she hated her, she hadn’t tried to search for her, even before the Fox had found her.

That hurt. But Keira was trying to put that behind her. Angie was here now, and they had a chance to repair their relationship.

“Yep, they are,” Zander said, pulling out his phone as it started ringing.

“Is that Charlene’s car?” Keira stared in amazement as the low-slung sports car drew back, then rammed forward. The gates didn’t even jolt and her car was definitely coming out second best.

“Are you seeing this?” Zander asked into his phone. “Yeah. Crazy bitch. She’ll never get through the gates, she’s only wrecking her car . . . no, you know what? Call the cops . . . uh-huh.”

He ended the call.

“You’re calling the cops?” Keira reached for her harness and he shot her a look.

She sighed. Right. She wasn’t supposed to undo the harness herself. She knew he was holding back his Daddy side for Angie’s sake. She seemed to be having a hard time understanding their dynamic. But he wouldn’t budge on her sitting in the booster seat on the way home.

She had a feeling she was going to be stuck in this thing for eternity. How was she ever meant to learn to drive?

“Aren’t you going to do something?” Angie asked, leaning forward between their seats.

Zander frowned, and she knew he was going to say something about her taking off her seatbelt, but Keira shot him a look. She was trying to make sure that Angie wasn’t scared off before they got her home. And seeing Zander in full-protective mode could well do that.

“Nah, I don’t deal with that level of crazy.” Zander shook his head as she rammed the gate again. “Those gates are reinforced steel. They aren’t giving way to her in that tiny car.”

The car that wasn’t moving. And was emitting smoke.

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