Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Got it,” Storm murmured.
I gave them a sharp lift of my chin in farewell, then walked out while they started talking about an upcoming car race that one of our enforcers—aptly named Racer—was driving in.
Once I arrived back at the clubhouse, I went to my office where I had an extra change of clothes and used the attached bathroom to take a quick shower.
Before I could leave to head upstairs, a couple of prospects stopped in to report on an issue I’d had them taking care of. I schooled my patience and listened to their update, then walked swiftly toward the stairs. At least two other people stopped me, and as their president, I told myself I couldn’t blow them off. However, when I shook off the last one, I dashed up the stairs and down the hall to my room.
Since I wasn’t sure if Dahlia was awake yet, I entered as quietly as possible. Maverick was stretched out on the couch with a sleeping Molly curled into his side.
He lifted his chin in greeting and darted his eyes toward the bedroom before mouthing, “asleep.”
I nodded and silently entered the bedroom, then shut the door behind me. The blinds were closed, but it was late morning, so the room was still somewhat illuminated. Dahlia was on my side of the bed, curled around my pillow, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
Never taking my eyes off her, I shed my clothing and climbed onto the mattress. Dahlia stirred as I pulled her into my arms and glanced down to see her blinking up at me sleepily.
“You got him?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, baby. He won’t be a problem anymore.”
She knew I wouldn’t say anything else, and I waited for her to show some amount of annoyance over it. But she just smiled sweetly and snuggled deeper into my embrace.
I fucking loved everything about this woman, and when she was healed, I was gonna drag her ass to the nearest courthouse and make her mine in every way.
The only question I wasn’t sure how to answer was whether to talk to her father about us before or after she was wearing my ring. If I thought I could drag it out until I knew if she was pregnant, I’d definitely choose after. Because a marriage couldn’t be annulled if the couple was expecting a baby.
However, I’d never been a coward, and I wasn’t about to start now. And if my daughter had been injured by a car bomb, I’d want to know about it. So I owed him a call.
Maverick had already done the heavy lifting for us anyway. Mac had been forced to swallow having an Iron Rogue for a son-in-law, so why not two?
12
DAHLIA
It wasn’t that long ago when I’d been hoping that my dad wouldn’t find out about Fox and me because I wanted more time as a couple before he tried to interfere. But after everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, I raced across the clubhouse and threw myself at him when he showed up without letting us know he was coming.
“Dahlia, fuck.” He wrapped his arms around me and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I came as soon as I heard. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, my head still hurts a little.” I leaned back to peer up at him. “How did you find out?”
“I called him this morning.”
I turned to gape at Fox. “You did?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed with a nod. “Keeping him out of the loop about our relationship was one thing. Hiding what happened with the car bomb was completely different. He’s your dad. He deserved to know that you were hurt.”
“Relationship?” Dad growled.
“How come you didn’t tell me?”
Fox moved close enough to tug me against his side, ignoring my dad’s question to answer mine instead. “I didn’t want you to worry about how he was gonna react to you and me being together. Stress isn’t good for you, baby. You’re still recovering from a concussion.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Dad glared at Fox. “I thought Dahlia got caught in the crossfire of something with your club while she was here to see her sister.”
I bit my bottom lip, then heaved a deep sigh of relief when my mom came inside the clubhouse with Molly. She was the only person who knew how to handle him when he was pissed. And judging by the look on his face, he was not happy to learn that another of his daughters had fallen for an Iron Rogue.
“How’re you feeling, my sweet baby girl?” my mom asked as she rushed to my side. “Should you be up and around already? Maybe you should go lie down.”
“I’m fine, Mom. Really,” I assured her with a soft smile. “Just a headache, but I took something for that this morning.”