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Issac snarls as he finishes inside McKinley. She continues to nuzzle into my chest with a huge smile on her face, and it's pretty fucking clear I'm done for.
I'm absolutely in love with McKinley.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Baby Love McKinley
We've only been back in Florida a matter of days. It's hard to think of Florida as home. Vegas was nice, and I loved being there for Kitten and her pack, but I'm officially done traveling until the baby is born.
The guys are in a meeting with Jamen about the pro-pack shows. Vince and I decided to grab breakfast at the cafeteria in the Ruined Records building while the guys are doing whatever they need to do.
Vince already ate once, but he needed "second breakfast," so he's back in line to get something else.
My phone vibrates across the table.
My father's name flashes across the screen, and I blow out a breath. He's called multiple times since I saw him in Tennessee. He's not stopping no matter how many times I purposely avoid him.
Maybe it's important.
What if something happened to Mama or Vanessa?
My mom I could probably live with, but I'd be devastated if something happened to my little sister and I had no clue.
"Hey, Dad," I say, answering the call.
"I've been trying to reach you." His voice is so cold it sends a shiver down my spine.
I glance at Vince; he's still browsing food options.
My appetite is suddenly non-existent.
I push away my breakfast sandwich.
"I'm sorry, I've been busy. How are you?" I ask, picking at the food wrapper.
"I'm fine. Are you ready to answer me?" His voice is clipped.
"About what?" I ask, puzzled.
"Which one of those men is the baby's father?" My dad spits the words at me. "Jason is working on my campaign."
Lovely, my ex is back to kissing my dad's ass.
"I've been carefully pulling his strings, and he's willing to give you another chance," my dad pauses. "As long as that baby can be passed off as his."
My jaw literally falls open.
Is he serious right now?
Jason Worthington was my high school boyfriend. We stayed together through my first year in college, until I realized he was an unfaithful fuckwit who never intended to stop playing the field.
My hand shakes as I try to hang up on my father.
"I don't want to see you get harassed again," my father states, like he actually gives a shit about what happens to me. I could literally drop off the face of the planet, and as long as it didn't affect his poll results then he wouldn't lose a wink of sleep over it. "My voters are very passionate about their morals. I can't stop them from making their feelings known."
My finger shakes as it hits the button to end the call. He's so full of shit. He can't stop them? More like he'll encourage themto make my life a nightmare. He's part of that good old boy network, where the man is the head of the household and the wife is meant to be subservient. To be seen and not heard, to look pretty and never make a scene.
My gut aches as I think of my little sister. She pretty much hates my guts.
