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“Don’t ever leave her again, and I won’t have to killyou,”Logan growls in annoyance, pacing back and forth, most definitely jealous that Rig didn’t say he liked him.
I can’t stop my eye roll and chuckle as I climb to my feet as the sound of loud, stomping feet comes from the stairwell with raised voices.
“I don’t think I like him. But keep him safe. It’d hurt my girl’s heart if something happened to the man she loves,” Rig says in a serious tone, his dry sense of humor amusing me for the time being.
“Men,” Logan whispers with a snort and strides through the broken window, glass crunching under his expensive Italian leather shoes.
“Jesus,” Rig chokes out a wet cough and sighs like a father out of his depth with a daughter.
“Don’t worry. We all love her, and she loves us.” I promise and glance over to see Dalton and Tey on either side of Nicky as they hold him up under his armpits.
“How many men does my daughter have exactly falling at her feet?” Rig gasps out, his eyes opening wide in shock at the sudden appearance of Nicola leaning over his prone body on the ground.
“Five. But only the best for my- cocks! -bestie,” Nicola simply supplies, ignoring as Rig coughs in shock. “There there. You must be Daddy?" she asks with a tilt of her head and must be seeing Tillie’s eyes staring back at her.
“I’m her Daddy, and well,Papiover here too,” Dalton grumbles out, his voice just like the rumble of an engine.
“Okay, yeah. We’ll just be going now.” Tey shifts awkwardly on his feet, making me raise my eyebrow in shock as he seems unable to meet Rig’s stare.
“Her location is pinging. Let’s move out. Nicola, stay here and get one of Dom’s men to give you a ride to see Evan, but, I repeat, don’t leave his side until I see you again.” Nicky orders, his gaze zig-zags over the phone screen, the bright light reflecting in his eyes until he looks up at his sister for confirmation.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll just stay here with Daddy Rig and keep him company until then. We’ll be fine. The triad won’t do anything; they’re too scared of your ass now.” Nicola waves her hand absentmindedly and shifts closer to Rig to stare instantly into his confused eyes.
“Let’s head out. Time to get our girl.” I nod towards the parking lot, seeing Gabriel’s Mustang and more of my crew members pulling up.
“You got anything strong to drink around here, girl? I think this is more trauma to add to my list, and I need a stiff drink.” Rig says as we walk through the missing front window. I barely hear her reply but can’t help laughing at what she says.
“I have some." I glance over my shoulder to see her arms gesturing around wildly and snapping her fingers at Tey as he walks by with Nicky. “Gimme that shot of whiskey you have in your boot, TeyTey.”
Tey almost trips over his feet and sputters with a nervous chuckle while quickly reaching into his boot to literally pull out a few shot bottles of some expensive whiskey to lay near Rig’s head before he practically carries Nicky outside.
“I never thought I’d see the day when Tey is nervous of anyone,” Dalton says out loud, which is what we are all probably thinking.
I don’t know Tey that well, but I do know he’s very comfortable in his skin and doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks of him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Tey grunts, tightening his arm around Nicky’s waist so most of the pressure is off his ribs the more he leans on his boyfriend’s side. “That’s the real MVP back there, the original daddy, who means a lot to our girl. We can’t fuck that up, so stop with the daddy shit with him. I can already see future dinners. One where Tillie asks her daddy to pass the salt, and you two try passing it around the table to her instead of her real father.” Tey glares at Dalton and me until we both agree in nods to his satisfaction.
Life’s a real bitch sometimes, and she likes to play cruel, cruel jokes. I’m still going to be herpapibut I guess I’ll have to cool it around the old man.
I shake myself out of my thoughts and meet Gabriel near my car as more of my crew jog into the building to help Rig.
“Boss. We’ll take it from here. Go get your queen. Make that fucker suffer.” Gabriel clasps me on the back two times with respect and continues walking away without a reply.
Good man.
“Where are we heading?” Logan demands hotly after slamming the passenger door of my Mustang and taps his fingers on his knee with impatient movements.
"Eastbound, on the highway, and going fast. Shit. He just got off the ramp. Heading towards the ocean, it looks like. He’s driving the coastal view streets.” Nicky mumbles out directions rapidly as I peel out of the parking lot and gun it down the crowded streets.
“Which marina is close by?” Logan asks, his tone distracted and deep in thought.
“East Pointe, Sea Life Marina, and Golden Yacht Marina..." Nicky trails off, swearing under his breath in Japanese; he sounds fucking pissed.
“What?” Dalton demands on Nicky’s other side, his gaze meeting mine in the rearview mirror in confusion.
“Son of a bitch! This whole time, that fucker has been hiding out at the marina.” Logan swears in Italian, my car echoing with both of their languages and making me feel like I’m missing something significant.
“Calm down, Nicholas. Deep breath, baby,” Tey mutters quietly behind my seat, comforting Nicky until his rough exhales are normal again.
