![]() Lucky us-we couldn’t have a normal dad who worked at a bank or something. His black leather cut, emblazoned with Reapers MC colors, didn’t help. His faded tats told a hundred stories, and most of my friends were a little nervous around him. I’m hungry.”ĭad stepped slowly away from Mom, turning toward us and crossing his arms. “You can screw each other any time, but this only happens once a year. “It’s the first day of school and I don’t want to be late,” she declared. Kit called me a daddy’s girl and maybe she was right. I always followed the rules, and it kind of sucked. ![]() “Take another ten minutes to fix your hair or something,” he said. Mom winked, but she didn’t have the grace to blush. Dad pulled away and turned his head to glare at us. “You do realize we’re watching you, right?” Kit asked loudly. ![]() Dad had Mom up on the counter, legs wrapped around his waist, his tongue so far down her throat it should’ve triggered her gag reflex. ![]() We stood in our dining room, which connected to the kitchen through a pair of pocket doors. I nodded, agreeing with my sister one hundred percent.īarfing was the only reasonable response to this shit. ![]()
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