Prowler’d bought her a perfectly adequate and safemomcar for his daughter’s sake just a few years ago. It pissed him off to no end that she wasn’t driving it.
When Cassidy emerged from the passenger side, all thoughts of Allie and the past fled. He couldn’t stop the joy that crossed his face. The smile she gifted him was a mirror of his own before she turned to wave across the street.
Taylor was putting out her garbage cans. How had he not noticed?
Her dark hair was piled on her head messily, and the half-shirt and cut-off short combo made his mouth water. Parts of tattoos and curves on full display. The memory of tracing the hidden ink with his tongue didn’t help suppress the wave of desire that flared to life at seeing her.
Not that he didn’t appreciate her all made up because he damn sure loved that vampy shit. When she was headed to work,she put on a ton of makeup and a sparkly costume that hardened his dick, but the more toned-down version was hot too. Just in a different way.
“Hey, Sassy Cassy,” Taylor greeted his daughter. “Wanna watchTombstoneand gorge on vegan pizza later?” she shouted across the way.
Prowler had already asked Taylor to hang out with his daughter as he had a long-standing appointment to keep followed by a run.
Vegas was too densely developed for a half pack of wolves, and a few other assorted animals, to be running around the city. The area around the prison was perfect. Acres and acres of unpopulated desert landscape.
So, without fail, every week, a handful of brothers went for a run after visiting Hunter and Sleeper. That way their club brothers were taken care of, and the free brothers got to sprout fur for a few hours.
Hunter was a natural, and the guilt over having to suppress his brother’s wolf never left him. While Prowler and his wolf had yet to bond, he still couldn’t imagine suppressing that presence entirely.
“I’m your huckleberry,” his daughter yelled back across the street in a fake accent, before turning to him.
Setting his beer down, Prowler stood and opened his arms. Cass flew into them. Her head was at shoulder level, and he was six-one. Yeah, she took after her dad.
“How much did you grow in two weeks, Jellybean? I didn’t authorize that.”
Cassidy groaned, probably rolling her eyes. “Dad, I love you, but you have got to get a new line already.”
“No way, kiddo. I think the one I got is perfectly fine.” It was the same exchange every time, and it was comforting. He’d take it as long as he could get it. Before long, his daughter would beinto all the things that drew teenage girls away from their dads. No way was he giving that up without a fight.
“Why do you let that hooker watchmydaughter?” Leave it to Allie to spoil the moment by spewing venom. It wasn’t surprising. It’s what she did. She lived for the drama.
Before he could correct his ex, yet again, his daughter turned out of his embrace to face her mother.
“Taylor’s not a hooker, and I am more than justyourdaughter. I have a name.”
Prowler kissed the top of her head. “Go on inside, Jellybean. I got you a surprise. It’s in your room. Take your time. I’ve gotta talk to your mother for a few.”
Without protest, she followed his command. Once his daughter was inside, he turned to Allie.
Prowler stepped off the porch and toward his ex. “Cut your shit in front of Cassidy, Allie. And what’s with that?” He pointed toward the car, then crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance.
“I’m obviously paying you too much alimony if you can splurge like that. Where’s the car I bought?” He didn’t addon top of what I already pay you,but it was on the tip of his tongue.
Anger raced across her face, and her eyes narrowed before she changed tactics, her tone turning sickeningly sweet. At one time he found it kind of sexy, now it made him cringe.
“Oh, I didn’t spend a dime on that beauty. It was a gift.”
“Who’s calling who a hooker?”
The question was barely audible, but Prowler recognized Ghoul’s dry delivery, even at a whisper. So did Allie, because she snapped her head around so fast, it was a wonder she didn’t give herself whiplash.
“I’m nothing like that bitch. My man buys me nice things because he loves me. She’s just a piece of ass.”
Did everyone know he was sleeping with Taylor? Was it the worst kept secret in Vegas or what?
Monster was the one to defend Taylor, and it irritated Prowler slightly.
“She bought her own car, so?—”
