Montana threw his head back and laughed when he got off his bike.
Heading for the door, Hannibal refused to move.
Looking up at the beefy fucker, I sighed.
“You gonna move?”
The big guy growled. “You here to take that brat home?”
Sighing, I dropped my head and muttered, “What the fuck did she do now?”
Hannibal scoffed.
“Emma is all of five-foot nothing, Hannibal. Are you telling me you can’t handle my teenage daughter?”
“She’s mean.”
“Yeah well, so am I,” I sneered.
The big guy growled and moved to the side, allowing us to enter the clubhouse.
The second I stepped into the clubhouse, my eyes immediately spotted Emma, who stiffened. I watched while she got up from where she was sitting, flipped me the one finger bird and stormed out of the room like her ass was on fire. The man next to her scooted back his chair and groaned as he got to his feet and followed her.
“Well, that went well,” Montana muttered, his eyes glued to the place Emma disappeared into.
“Where the fuck is she going?” I asked, walking over to where Frost was sitting.
“Probably to wreak havoc somewhere.” Luc, the president of the Disturbed, walked over, carrying his newly adopted son Gage in his arms. “Kid’s a piece of work, Reaper. Logic’s got his work cut out with that one.”
“I still say we whip her ass into submission,” Ivy, Luc’s woman muttered, plopping her ass down at the table.
“Shut it, woman, or I will whip your ass.”
The dangerous woman smiled up at the man. “Promise?”
Looking around the clubhouse, I asked, “Has she been that bad?”
Luc chuckled, placing Gage on the floor only for the young boy to run over to the bar where Trash, one of the club’s enforcers, was petting an orange cat.
“She’s a bitch,” Ivy piped up, then quickly shut her mouth as Luc grabbed her and placed her in his lap.
“Emma’s a typical teenage girl. Well, that’s what Logic keeps telling us, that and something about boundaries. What do I know?”
Taking a seat, I groaned. “Maybe I should just take her home.”
“No,” Logic firmly said, walking back into the main room with Emma, his hand clasped around her arm as he shoved her forward. “Emma has something to say. Don’t you, Emma?”
Looking at my daughter, who stood not a few feet from me, her head hanging low as she sniffed. “I’m sorry.”
“What else?” Logic growled.
“Merry Christmas.”
He took a step toward her and she quickly added, “Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me that you rode all this way just to see me. I am happy to see you and I can’t wait to meet my grandpa.”
I snickered as Montana groaned. “Can we please not use that name?”
Luc chuckled. “What’s wrong with grandpa? I love it when Soleil calls me that.”
