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“Created the newest trending hashtag.” Cane looks ready to punt my skull in, but Dragon’s laughter from the back seat makes us both turn to look at him.
“Fuck Abel! You couldn’t be more subtle?” I shrug.
He turns his phone around so Cane and I can see his Twitter feed. The little number under the post is jumping rapidly, and I smile.
“Mission accomplished.”
#whosantonsdaddy, along with a photo of his mother kissing the Admiral, is going to be all over the news soon. Rook takes queen.
Check motherfucker.
11
MIYA
Doc and Satan have been arguing since I woke up. Hearing that your father was going to marry you off to a psycho must have been too much for my psyche. According to what I’m overhearing, I passed out due to my traumatic past. PTSD and all that shit.
Well, I’m just about tired of the men in my life thinking they know what is best for me without asking. And since they are so fucking busy talking about it, they don’t even notice I’m conscious. I slowly sneak out and leave them to figure out my life while I go live it.
“You thinking of riding dressed like that?” Eagle is standing behind the bar, working the coffee maker.
“I have a father to castrate.” He nods and pulls another coffee mug down, but I don’t miss how his ass puckered or the subtle dick rearrangement at the sound of my statement.
“Sounds like fun. Want some company?” I cross my arms, ready to argue, but he holds his hands up.
“No one should be out alone.” Fair point.
I nod and look at what I’m wearing.
“I’ll go change.” I start to turn but stop and look back at him.
“Where’s Lark?” I glance around again but don’t spot the curvaceous songstress.
“Stop thinking of her ass. My fiancé is at a work conference.” He grins while he takes a sip of coffee.
“It’s a nice ass.” I walk away to his chuckles.
All the women in the club are gorgeous in their own rights. Not a single one can be classified as average. There isn’t one who wouldn’t kick your ass for harming a club member.
I open my door quietly, hoping I don’t wake anyone up. I find Zahra and Aspen talking at my desk. The little girl’s hands are going a mile a minute. She was born deaf and can now hear thanks to an implant she got recently, but she still prefers talking with ASL. Must come in handy at times like this.
“Sorry, I just need to get dressed.” I point at my closet, and Aspen waves at me.
“Karma, I draw?” She points at my desk, and I smile at her.
Zahra frowns and shakes her head.
“I found her doodling on these papers. Please tell me she didn’t ruin anything?” Ah, so that was what I walked into.
I walk over and look down at the sketches I had on the desk. It was the mural concept I was working on. I see my clean, sharp strokes and then Aspen’s additions. She continued my work. I look up at Zahra in surprise.
“You drew that baby?” I point at Aspen’s chest, and she beams up at me.
We both watch as she picks up a charcoal pencil and finishes a section, and then rubs it with her finger to smug the lines.
“No Zahra, she improved it. Let her finish. That’s going on the shop wall when she’s done. Her natural talent is incredible. I hope you guys are encouraging it.” The beautiful woman in front of me matches her little girl’s grin now.
Zahra may not be her biological mother, but when they look at each other like they are now, it makes my ovaries pulse. Children just weren’t in the cards for me, and at times like this, it makes me a touch sad. I know Bear wants his own kids, and Zahra is already the best mom for his new wards.
