Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Not just a headache,” Fox growled. “You have a motherfucking concussion.”
Planting my fists on my hips, I glared up at him. “You two better not try to gang up on me. You heard Blade. He said that I didn’t have to stay in bed.”
“He also said not to tire yourself out,” Fox grumbled, nudging me toward one of the couches. “At least sit down. For me. Please.”
“And me,” my mom added.
I dropped onto the cushion with a huff. “There, happy?”
Fox perched on the arm of the couch, resting his hand on my shoulder. “Thank you, baby.”
“Yes, thank you.” My mom sat down next to me, with Molly on the other side. “You look better than I expected. I was so scared when your dad told me that you were hit by flying debris from a car bomb.”
“It really does sound worse than it actually was,” I assured her with a soft smile. “At least for me since I was knocked out. Fox had the hardest time since he had to see me like that and was stuck waiting for me to wake up without knowing if I would be okay.”
My dad crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Fox. “Now that my wife is satisfied that my daughter is going to be okay, how about you tell me what the fuck is going on here?”
“I’ve claimed Dahlia as my old lady,” Fox announced.
My dad’s gaze dropped to the leather vest I was wearing, and his eyes widened. “Fucking shit. I didn’t even have enough time to realize she was still in the United States and not flitting around Europe with friends so she could avoid my wrath, and you made her your old lady already?”
“Yup, I sure as fuck did,” Fox confirmed with a smirk.
Leaning against Fox’s leg, I beamed a smile at my dad. “You only have yourself to blame for your daughters throwing themselves into relationships at breakneck speed.”
His brows drew together. “How in the hell is this my fault?”
“Because you surrounded us with a bunch of guys who claimed their women as soon as they found them,” I explained. “Every story we heard growing up was basically love at first sight.”
“Yeah, you normalized it,” Molly added with a nod.
“In all fairness, we really did,” Mom agreed, patting my thigh.
Dad switched his glare to her. “Is this what I have to look forward to with Callie? If so, she’s never ever allowed to step foot on this damn compound. And none of the single members of the Iron Rogues can come to ours. No way in hell am I going through this again.”
“Good luck with keeping her away when her nieces and nephews are going to grow up here,” Mom pointed out.
“That better not happen any time soon,” Dad grunted. “My girls are too young to be having babies.”
My mom rolled her eyes. “They’re years older than I was when I got pregnant with Molly.”
Molly cleared her throat, and Dad’s gaze zeroed in on her. “Holy hell, please tell me the bastard didn’t knock you up already.”
“I sure as fuck did,” Maverick boasted.
“Fucking hell,” Dad muttered while Mom cheered and gave my sister a hug.
“A grandbaby? That’s wonderful news,” she cried.
“I blame you for all of this.” Dad pointed at Fox. “Keep your single men away from the rest of the Silver Saint princesses.”
Fox shook his head. “Not sure that’s possible.”
Dad’s eyes narrowed as a muscle jumped in his jaw. “You tryin’ to tell me you can’t control your men?”
“No.” Fox lifted my hand and pressed a kiss against the knuckle of my ring finger. “But if Dahlia wants a big wedding with all of her family there, I’m assuming that’ll include your men’s daughters since she grew up with them. And my club is the only family I have besides my dad, so they’ll be there too.”
“Well fuck,” my dad groaned, raking his fingers through his hair.
“Married?” I tilted my head back to stare up at Fox.
His eyes burned into mine as he said, “Having my property patch on your back isn’t enough for me, baby. I want my ring on your finger, my baby in your belly, and my mark inked on your skin.”
“You do?” I gasped.
“Of course, baby. I love you so damn much, I’m not sure it’ll stop there,” he warned. “I might come up with other ways to claim you.”
“You won’t get any complaints from me.” I sniffled. “Because I love you so damn much too.”
Leaning toward me, he pressed a finger under my chin so he could claim my mouth in a deep kiss. One that didn’t last nearly as long as I would’ve liked since my dad loudly cleared his throat to interrupt us. I reluctantly turned toward him and giggled at the look of resignation on his face.
“A grandbaby and a wedding.” My mom clapped. “My day turned from the absolute worst to the very best.”