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Then I thought about how different that woman was from the woman she had become. I wondered if he would even recognize her now? I wondered what happened for her to lose that carefree nature, or whether he was the one that brought that out in her. The warmth that had filled me so intensely was quickly replaced by a chill.
I looked down at the words on the letter and felt the air leave my lungs in a sharp whoosh, my shoulder slumping as I fell back against the dorm room door.
Huntsman was my dad.
He was the missing part of my DNA.
He didn’t even ask the question.
He was right, and I think a part of me already knew too, but just needed someone to back it up, so I wouldn’t second guess myself and think maybe I was just desperate to have a father figure in my life and that I’d settle for someone like him.
Nope. That’s not what this was.
He was really my dad.
“I’m gonna need you to come to Vegas and meet the club and family,” he all but ordered, like I was one of his men. He started to walk toward the door. “I’ll pick you up in a car, and we can head out in a couple hours with the rest of the boys.”
My eyebrows shot straight up, my eyes widening dramatically. “Um…” I started, trying to find my words after he’d basically just blown off the fact that it was Monday, and I had classes and responsibilities here. “Slow down there. You can’t just start throwing around plans and orders and expect me to drop everything. I have school. I have a job.”
“Meyah,” he started, but I shook my head and held up my hand.
“No. You don’t get to walk in here and start telling me what to do,” I argued, standing up straight and pushing my shoulders back. I walked forward until I was standing directly in front of him, looking up at this scary looking asshole that was my father. I slapped the letter against his chest. I’d finally found my feet, finally managed to be able to stand on my own and refused to let anyone make my decisions for me. “I am not one of your club members. I take opinions, not orders. Suggest your fucking life away, but don’t expect me to stand here and snap a salute like one of your boys.”
I wasn’t going to let him walk in here and throw away all the shit I’d gone through to get to this point.
“I have to sit down and explain this shit to my men,” he argued, his eyes lighting up like I’d struck a match and doused it in gasoline. “They will expect to meet you. Especially your two elder brothers who’ve just discovered they possibly have a fucking little sister.”
I tried not to let the warm fuzzy feelings that filled me stop me from standing my ground. I steeled my spine and fought the urge to smile, thinking about the fact that I had another family out there. Older brothers that I hoped were less douchebag-ish than our father, but I wasn’t holding out much hope.
“Fine,” I conceded, holding up my finger for him to listen before he thought he’d won this round. “This is what’s gonna happen. I’m going to continue going to class. Then on Thursday afternoon after my morning class, my friend Dakota and I will travel up… with or without your club… we will stay and drive back here Monday.”
He clenched his jaw. I could tell he wasn’t used to this.
Apart from his wife, he’d probably never had another woman talk to him like I was. The instant I thought about her, my body shuddered and my nose crinkled. The thought of meeting her wasn’t high on my list of things I wanted to do, given she was partly responsible for why I hadn’t had the chance to know my father for eighteen years. But this was all part of being an adult and owning my decisions.
Huntsman stood a little taller and folded his arms across his chest while his frown grew deeper, and the tick in his jaw became more prominent. “I don’t let my own sons get away with talking back to me when I’ve told them to fucking do something. What makes you think I’ll let you?” he challenged.
I folded my arms, matching his stance. “Welcome to the fun world known ashaving daughters.”
The tenseness in his body released instantly, and I saw the moment he realized just what that meant. He was thrown. His perfect confidence slipping for just a second.
But I was happy it did because in that moment he wasn’t this MC President, hard, stern and almost emotionless.
He was human.
“Fucking hell.”
