Chapter 77: Daddy's Girl
*I don’t care how many men you have. They just need to treat you right. – Isaac*
Isaac pulled off to a little rest stop and parked in front of the pavilion. Evie swung her leg over the bike and took her helmet off. As they pulled out, she caught a glimpse of her men as they panicked.
She needed to let them know that she was ok.
“Eves? You okay?” Isaac asked concerned.
“Give me just a second, daddy.” She said but didn’t walk away. He considered not listening, but listened anyway.
“Hey, baby. No, I’m fine. I’m at the rest stop with my dad. I need to talk to him. They’ll probably give you hell. Yeah, you can give them some too. Just not too much. Okay, baby. I’ll be back to you and Ink in just a few.” She gave a little giggle. “Okay.” She said huskily. “I probably should be punished for that. Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Isaac watched as she hung up the phone and then held it to her chest. Her eyes were closed and there was the barest of smiles on her relaxed face.
“You’re happy?”
Nodding Evie opened her eyes. “I am. I didn’t think I ever would be again.”
“How are they going to punish you?”
“There’s a playroom in the basement.” She said and he grunted. “There’s a couple of crosses down there.”
“You do like your crosses.” He smirked. “Do they treat you right?”
“They do. Tank is home every night for dinner. Ink brings me lunch. We all have breakfast together. We’re moving into a house next month. It has a basement and pecan trees…”
“Do you love them?”
Tears filled her eyes. “I think I do.”
“That’s not a bad thing.”
“I don’t feel guilty about loving them. But I feel bad for not feeling guilty.”
Isaac stood up and pulled his daughter into a hug. “It’s okay to keep living. Don’t feel bad because you’re still alive.”
They remained like that for several minutes with a comfortable silence between them. After a moment, he guided her to the table under the pavilion. Isaac sat at the table with his daughter on the opposite side.
“How did you meet them?”
Evie smiled remembering that Saturday in October. “I met Ink first. Several students listed the MC on their local history papers. Plus, three of my seniors are prospects. I was interviewing Ink when the sisters called.”
“Then in November, I went to see Joshua because I couldn’t be alone any longer. Not sure how they ended up in his office, but we toasted Cade and Daniel. I said that I didn’t want to wake up alone the next day.”
“They brought me back to the clubhouse and held me all night. They talked with me about my men. The next day Ink took me to the shop and gave me a tattoo with their ashes.” She held up her wrist and showed him the red and blue lines with their initials and death date.
“They took me out a few times. Together. One on one. They never pushed me. Let me set the pace.”
“Something changed.” Isaac observed.
“I needed more. Joshua told me to go get what I wanted. So, I did.” She smiled at her dad. “I’m sure you don’t need details.”
“I’m sure that a cross was involved.” He surmised.
“It was. There was no shame in my walk three days later.”
“Maybe a little waddle?”
“A little.”
“Are they the ones that sent you the flowers?”
“Yes. They said they want to collar me.”
“Do you want to be collared?”
Unable to trust her voice, she simply nodded as she looked at the table between them.
