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“For what?” she asks, defensive.
I sigh and look around at everyone staring at me. “I’m gonna call her myself. Make sure everything is good,” I lie.
“She’ll call when she’s ready, Finn.”
I close my eyes and squeeze the phone a little harder. “Mia, give me the damn number,” I whisper.
“What the hell is going on?”
Christ, she’s making this so much harder than it needs to be.
“I told you. Just give it to me so I can get back to doing more important shit,” I say.
She gives a humorless laugh and rattles off the number. I jot it down quickly and push it across the table.
“Just so you understand, that’s not how you speak to your girlfriend. Next time you want something from me, you better hope you drop that asshole attitude,” she hisses, hanging up.
I toss my phone down and scrub my face. “I’ll be paying for that later,” I whisper.
“Poor baby boy Finn. Man up. Fuck the anger out of her,” Riley says, grinning.
“Riley shut the fuck up,” Porter growls.
Normally the room would fill with laughter, but there’s too much tension for that. The feds coming here is no joke.
Sure, our strip clubs are legit, but the things we do off paper that’s what will fuck us.
“I’ll put it on speaker phone,” Porter says, dialing the number.
I fold my hands on the table and wait to see if she answers. Everyone else seems to slightly lean over, trying to get a little closer to the phone.
“Mia?” she answers, whispering.
Porter closes his eyes and roughly scrubs his face. “No, Vic, it’s me,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.
“Porter? What the fuck? Where’s Mia?” she angrily hisses.
“Mia had some questions, and I answered them for her. She knows the truth,” he says, keeping his focus on the phone.
“You had no right,” she shouts.
His fists curl on the table as he leans closer to the phone. “Funny choice of words coming from you.”
“I did what I needed to do.”
Porter pounds his fists on the table, and Riley rests his hand on his shoulder.
“Relax, brother,” Riley whispers.
Porter runs his hand down his beard and sighs. “Mia needs you, Vic. Don’t make her wait. She needs her mom.”
“Don’t tell me whatmydaughter needs,” she hisses.
He gives a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Ourdaughter. You might have taken her from me and tried to create a fake family, but my blood is running through her. She’s every bit a part of me as she is you.”
“I raised her, I took care of her, I protected her,” Vic begins.
“Because you gave me no fucking choice. Don’t act like I walked away. We both know damn well you were the one who walked. She’s here with me now, and that’s where she’s gonna stay. I missed out on her childhood, but no one is going to stand in the way of me being a part of her life now,” Porter says.
