Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(48)

“Daddy!” Eva whirled around, glaring. “I’ve been f*cking Deuce since I was eighteen! I wanted to f*ck him when I was sixteen! Maybe I even wanted him when I was twelve, too! Who knows! What I do know is I have been in love with him since I was five! So get over it! And don’t you dare shoot him, or I’ll shoot you!”

Cox slapped his hand over his mouth and turned away.

Mick rolled his eyes.

Preacher’s jaw dropped.

Oh…shit. At least he knew her fire was still burning bright, but still…oh, shit. He didn’t have a good track record dealing with his bitch’s fathers. For some reason, they never liked him, and the one in front of him had already shot him twice.

“Don’t f*ckin’ shoot me again,” he growled. “I didn’t do shit to her when she was twelve. That shit when she was sixteen, that wasn’t my fault. I was shitfaced, and she was jerkin’ herself off on my f*ckin’ belt buckle, and her tits were bouncin’ in my face, and what the f*ck, I’m only f*cking human. I blame her tits for the whole f*ckin’ thing. But every time I f*cked her she was f*ckin’ legal. So no f*ckin’ shootin’. This time I’ll shoot back.”

“Tact, Prez,” Cox muttered. “You f*ckin’ need some.”

Both Eva and her old man were gaping at him.

“Did you seriously just say all of that to my daddy?”

He looked down at her. “What? You’re the f*ckin’ dumbass who brought it up. It’s the f*ckin’ truth anyway.”

“The f*ckin’ truth,” Preacher muttered, “is I already knew she was a willin’ participant, you f*ckin’ idiot. Doesn’t change the fact that you took advantage of a sixteen-year-old girl.”

“Daddy,” Eva hissed. “How old was my mother when you knocked her up?”

Preacher’s eyes shot to his daughter. “Deuce is forty-eight, Eva! I’m fifty-five! Don’t that seem a little f*cked-up to you?”

“How old, Daddy?” she demanded.

“Six-f*ckin’-teen,” he said darkly, glaring at her.

Damn. Looked like his old man and Preacher had some shit in common. At least he didn’t belong to that f*cking club. That was something. Sorta.

“Yeah,” she shot back. “And how old were you?”

“Eva!”

“Daddy!”

“I was twenty-four,” he snarled.

She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her hip out. “Huh,” she said. “Interesting.”

“Yeah,” he shot back. “Fuckin’ interesting. Your old man was a f*ckin’ idiot who fell in love with a junkie runaway who took off runnin’ scared after she gave birth to you! Real f*ckin’ interesting! Didn’t get to spend nearly enough time lovin’ her, treatin’ her to all the shit her parents never gave her, and all the women since her have been f*ckin’ bed warmers, nothin’ more! Excuse the f*ck outta me for not wantin’ that kinda shit for my baby!”

Preacher’s eyes had gone glossy halfway through his revelation, and now tears were flowing freely down his cheeks. Everyone stared. Preacher didn’t cry. Preacher killed in cold blood. But there it was.

“Didn’t matter ’cause I f*cked you up anyway, baby girl,” Preacher rasped. “Didn’t see how bad Frankie was ’til it was too late. Trapped you in that shit without even knowin’ it. Shoulda got him help a long time ago. Shoulda gotten you away from him. Shoulda done f*ckin’ somethin’.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “He’s not getting out anytime soon, and he’s getting the help he needs.”

This made Mick stomp off down the hallway. His boys wanted Frankie dead. He wanted Frankie dead, but Eva and Preacher loved Frankie. Deuce got that. You can’t turn feelings on and off like a f*cking light. He knew. He tried. He tried to love his wife, and he tried to stop loving Eva. Neither worked.

That said, Frankie still needed to go to ground.

“Eva!” Hurricane Kami came bursting through the front doors. Kami shoved him out of her way, grabbed Eva by her upper arms, and started screaming.

“You f*cking idiot! Why didn’t you tell me what he was doing? For God’s sake, Eva, you didn’t have to f*ck him! Do you know how much dirt I have on that skanky *? Tons, Eva, tons! I would have broken him down in time!”

“Frankie didn’t have time!” Eva screamed back. “Chase wouldn’t meet with me until Frankie got put in solitary!”

Deuce saw red. The * didn’t just play on her love for Frankie; he outright cornered her with her love for Frankie.

Preacher’s gaze darted back and forth between Kami and his daughter. “Eva, what the f*ck did Kami just say?”

They both ignored him.

“Oh, Evie,” Kami cried. “I’m going to kill him! You are too good and too sweet, and a man like Chase didn’t deserve a taste of that kind of beautiful!”

If she kept saying shit like that about his woman, maybe he could learn to like Kami.

“How did you find out?” Eva whispered.

Kami let out a frustrated breath. “He came home like twenty minutes ago informing me that our marriage was over.” She snorted. “Can you believe him? I was like, ‘What marriage?’ and started laughing at him. He got pissed, told me about you, told me you guys were together, told me you were having his baby, but left Frankie out of it. Only I knew, I just knew, you would never touch him without a good reason! And, I knew that reason was Frankie! Avoiding me for months, the clothes, Evie, the makeup, the Jimmy f*cking Choos…I am not stupid!”