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I lift my hips, and my cock slips inside her. It’s the best homecoming I’ve ever experienced.

This isn’t fucking. This is making love, and it’s goddamned amazing.

My last thought before I explode inside her is: My Wednesday girl is now my forever girl.

CHAPTER43

DILLON

ONE MONTH LATER

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Miller asks from the passenger seat.

We’re sitting in the parking lot of the state penitentiary. Miller’s just along for the ride since he came to check on the progress at the TAC, then found out where I was going. If he calls himself my emotional support buddy one more time, I might deck him, though.

“No, I don’t want to do it. I have to do it. He’s facing a trial for manslaughter. The last thing the kids need is to watch this play out.”

“So you think bribery is the way to go?” He holds up his hands in defense. “I’m just asking.”

“It’s all I have. I’ll hire him the best criminal defense attorney I can find, and in return, he’ll sign over all parental rights for all five of them.”

Miller winces but recovers quickly.

“He doesn’t deserve any rights, Miller,” I grind out.

“It’s not that. I’m thinking about what it would be like to never see my little girl again.”

Now I’m pissed.

“You and Eddy? You’re not the same. Not even fucking close.”

He undoes his seatbelt, settles back into the leather, and closes his eyes. “Okay. Good luck.”

“You’re staying out here?”

He opens one eye and squints at me. “I’m too pretty for prison.”

When he winks at me, I shake my head and exit the car.

Fucking Miller.

* * *

I’m escortedto a room that’s nothing like the TV shows. This room has sofas and tables. There’s even a box of toys in the corner.

But it’s the smell of ammonia and bad decisions assaulting my senses that I’ll never forget.

The door along the back wall opens, and Eddy is escorted in. When he spots me, he drops his head back and stares at the ceiling.

“Just my fuckin’ day,” he mutters. The security guard urges him along, and he finally sits across from me at the dirty table I’m purposely keeping my arms off of. “What the hell do you want?”

I clench my teeth and focus on breathing. Getting into a fight with this asshole will not do anything constructive.

“I’m here to talk about the kids,” I finally say as pleasantly as possible, but there’s still an edge of ice around my words.

“Why isn’t my cunt of an ex here to talk? They’re her kids too.” He bares his teeth, daring me to do something.

I sit on my hands so I don’t.