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“Don’t worry about him. He’ll be well protected. Birdie is a fierce mother hen.” Storm stopped at the door, where several men stood with their arms crossed. “This is Maddox, your cousin and, soon, the new president.”
“Nice to meet you, cuz.” Maddox extended his hand to shake. “Did Markey give you a bad time when you arrived?” He jerked his chin at the gate.
“No.”
“Yes, he did. I know my twin better than I know myself.” Maddox snorted.
“Twins, huh? I see the resemblance.”
A blonde approached. “I’m Sugar, Maddox and Markey’s mom. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Yeah, it’s overwhelming. I never had so many people related to me before.”
“Sure you did. You just hadn’t met them yet.” She smiled, then went inside.
“This is Track, my best friend. If you need anything and I’m not around, find this guy. He’ll help you.”
“You’re looking a little green there, brother.” Track held the door open for Storm and me. “Nervous about meeting your daddy?”
“He’s not my daddy,” I growled.
“It’s just formalities,” Storm said, stalking down a hallway. “Rocky can cut him out or get to know him. The choice is his.” And this was why I was in Minnesota. Storm’s attitude about people and life was what I wanted to learn more about and emulate so Rockson would have a better father than my old man. And so I’d be worthy of marrying Ella. She hadn’t asked me to change or given me ultimatums, but I wanted to be respectable and admired like Storm and our Uncle Matt. She deserved nothing less.
“After supper, the old ladies will be singing karaoke in the bar,” Track said. “Does your woman sing? Storm’s Angel is the queen of the pack and a phenomenal singer.”
“I don’t think so.” I thought for a quick second but couldn’t recall hearing Ella sing.
“Angel will get her on stage.”
“I’d love to see that.”
“Here we are.” Storm stopped at the door and faced me. “Remember, you don’t owe him anything, and don’t let him get under your skin. I’m not here to fight your battles. Just mediate and support you.”
“Got it.” I was going to be sick.
Storm entered, and I followed. Track stayed in the hallway and closed the door.
David sat taller and drummed his fingers on his beer bottle. His intense gray eyes raked over me like mine did to him. His salt-and-pepper hair was combed back, and he had a tightly trimmed beard. For a man in his sixties, he appeared in tip-top shape.
“Have a seat.” Storm nodded at the chair across from David’s as he sat at the head of the table. “Rocky, this is David Knight, your sperm donor,” Storm smirked, repeating the phrase I’d used.
David growled low in his throat.
“He sure as fuck looks like a Knight, doesn’t he?” Storm poured himself a shot of bourbon. “Same gray eyes, chiseled jaw, and sexy as fuck.”
Was Storm seriously trying to be funny? It wasn’t the time.
“No, I don’t see it,” David grumbled.
“Christ, put on your glasses then, old man,” Storm shot back.
“What do you want from me, Rocky?”
“Nothing. This meeting was Storm’s idea.”
“Of course it was. He’s more like my brother than me.”
“Maybe Matt’s my real father. I could only hope.” Storm swallowed his drink. And slid the bottle toward me. “Unfortunately, I know my mother was faithful.”
