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Chapter 1

Mila

Getting up before dawn to catch a private jet to the East Coast was not how I expected to start the sue, but I had to adet used to the royal treatment, that was for sure

Taking a liest mansion I’d ever set eyes on, yet another plus And it was all thanks to Tavia She was one of many honorary cousins I had, and thanks to some bratva bastard who tried to kill her three years before, she was now family

Monroe and I both liked her, considered her just as much one of us as we did Lexa And there was no way in hell I was going to

Or the bachelorette party her soon-to-be sister-in-laas de we all attend

By all of us, she included everyone under the age of twenty-five, which meant the parentals were off the invite list Which was just fine with me I needed a break fro Plus, et Monroe to tell ht slit her wrists at any moment

My baby sister didn’t get depressed, ever She was too sweet, too full of life So, this sudden change in her was rubbing off onto spill her guts about as putting that forlorn look in her noroing to start pouring shots down her throat until she was so trashed, she had no choice but to tell

But first, I had to stand there and listen to Dad lecture us about watching each other’s backs, not being reckless, and blah-blah-blah The usual rant he spehenever ere leaving his watchful eye for longer than two minutes I loved my father more than life itself, but fuck, he was too overprotective

And yes, there was definitely such a thing as too overprotective Look it up online I’m sure you would see the picture beside the definition was none other than Jael’s Halo MC cut and the Enforcer patch front and center

That hy he was so over-the-top protective of Monroe and me He’d seen shit Done shit So, he knew the evil there was in the world And of course, he autoirls

He stood in front of ray ones that were just like Morowly at, not Monroe She was the good one The sweet and precious one I al sweet or precious We ht be identical in every physical hen I didn’t dye my hair, but ere totally different people on the inside

Dad knew that He didn’t trust it—and he didn’t trust et into trouble Because, yeah, I was the trouble up so

And the thing was, if he didn’t get all growly beforehand, he also kneould twist and bend hier I would batthe et my way Which hy he tried to be a hard-ass before I could do any of that, so he could get his point across and relax Just a little For a minute

Because co rowly He wouldn’t be the deadly MC enforcer with a list of men he’d killed to keep those he loved safe He wouldn’t be the man who co-owned the only strip club in Trinity County, California He wouldn’t even be Willa Masterson’s husband

He’d be Mila’s daddy and the onlyin my eyes

Dangerous and deadly hemore than a teddy bear with a sick-ass spider inked on his neck when I needed him to be

“You go nowhere alone,” Dad said, pointing his finger at me “Not even to the bathroom You hear me, Mila?”

“Yes, Dad,” I told hih “I heard you the last five times you said it, too”

“Don’t get s lady”