Page 8 of Fury (The Dark Angel’s MC #3)

“Daddy!” Tate squeals as I enter the common room while Lacey, a bitch I wish I’d just say fuck it and kick out, tries to intercept my daughter.

Tate quickly dodges her and flings herself in my arms. I chuckle as I catch her, throwing her in the air, her curly brown hair flying around, making her squeal before I place her on my hip and I eye the gold necklace around her neck.

It says her name, a gift that Sky got her for her fourth birthday and managed to get to her without coming to the club.

“You need to teach our daughter some manners, Fury!” Lacey snaps, and I curl my lip at her as Anna, who has barely been here, much to Brick’s dismay, the same Brick who is currently following her around like a lost puppy, states, “She is not your daughter Lacey, you only pay her any attention if Fury is around and even caused her to hit her head last week so as far as everyone is concerned, you are her egg donor. Get over it and find another brother because Fury won’t claim you,” and I smirk at her sass while Lacey’s face reddens.

Anna got herself kicked out of the club for a while, including losing her old lady cut, something she wasn’t bothered about, shocking many after shit went down, being blamed for a brother’s death, something that wasn’t her fault but the years she’s done shit to piss off Brick and Blade, trying to get herself kicked out made it easy for brothers to put blame on her.

It’s just a shame it was that and the fact she smacked Luna, thinking that would do the job in getting kicked out that she went radio silence when it worked because Brick and Blade brought her back against her wishes and since then, she hasn’t allowed Brick to even put a finger on her.

He’s realized she’s shut down, and he’s trying everything to get her back.

She loves him, she’s proven that several times over the years, but I think she respects herself more.

“I am her mother!” Lacey snaps, “You’re not even an old lady!”

Everyone tenses while Brick’s face reddens, but before he can say anything or even snap and kill Tate’s egg donor before her, Blade shouts, “Lacey, you’re on bathroom duty for two months, one more outburst where my mother is concerned and you are fucking out.

I don’t give a shit if you are Tate’s mother!

” I don’t look away from Lacey’s wide eyes as he announces, “If any brother touches her, you’ll be demoted to prospect, including the officers. ”

I snort at the last bit, knowing not one officer has touched her since she trapped me.

Lacey screeches, making Tate flinch, and I scowl before I feel hands taking her from me and I look to see Anna, and I smile as she states, “Come on, my little princess, let’s go and make some cookies,” she walks away without a word to any of us with my daughter wrapped around her like a spider monkey, and Brick follows along with my mother while Blade watches his with concern.

Brick tried to give her the cut back last month, but she refused. Just like Skylar is refusing to give me a second chance, something I have wanted to get since the moment I saw love in her gorgeous eyes, but failed every time.

I haven’t looked at another woman, let alone touched one since I allowed myself to realize Skylar was the one.

She is all I fucking want, but right now, she doesn’t want me or doesn’t want to want me.

Anna is the same with Brick, I just don’t know if he can earn her trust back after everything he’s done and allowed to be accused of her, the same with Blade.

While he’s her son, he’s hurt her too much.

“Fuck off and clean the bathrooms,” I say lowly, anger in my voice, and Lacey tenses, hearing it, knowing she needs to tread carefully.

For fucking years she’s done everything possible to get me back into bed, including trying to act like the doting mother everyone knows she is not. Nothing has worked for her and it never will. Fuck, if I knew I wouldn’t lose my little girl then I’d boot the bitch out.

I have full custody, a judge on our pay role made that happen, but I can’t risk her going to someone not on our pay role, someone that could potentially listen to her lies, and I know I can’t kill her.

She still did give birth to Tate.

And I can’t kick her out and risk Tate hating me in the future.

Swallowing hard, Lacey turns on her too high heels and saunters off towards the stairs, her mini dress barely fucking covering her ass, and I state loudly, “And don’t bother thinking about poking holes in the fucking condoms either, they’ve all been locked away,” causing her to trip, just managing to stop herself from face planting the floor and the brothers chuckle.

Shaking my head, I give a finger salute to Blade before heading to the kitchen, knowing he will keep the garage shut for the rest of the afternoon, so spending time watching Anna treat my girl sounds like a good way to spend it to me before I then try and call Skylar despite knowing she’ll ignore my calls.

I swear when I make her mine again, I’m tying her to my fucking bed.