by Forgy, M. N.
The sun is out today, its rays blasting into the leather cut on my back. My boots press into the soft ground, causing me to shift as I watch Catori smell the tulips her and her mother picked out today. They’re white with the greenest stalks.
Catori falls on her butt, her green dress that ties behind her neck lifting with the light breeze dancing around her. Tucked under her arm is a stuffed purple dragon Gatz gave Simone when she was pregnant. Sweat trickles down my neck it’s so hot today, why won’t a breeze hit my way. Looking up at the trees, the leaves are not moving in the least, in fact, there’s not a draft of wind anywhere except for where Catori is sitting. Almost as if her daddy is speaking to her from the grave. She babbles, her fingers digging into the etched stone of her daddy’s headstone.
Pushing off the tree, I bend down to pick her up.
“Who’s ready to go home and play on their swing set?” I tickle her, and she giggles, slobber dripping down her chin from teething. Those two teeth have caused many sleepless nights.
“Tell Daddy bye-bye,” Simone encourages, waving at the grave stone. Taking Catori’s hand, I try and move her chubby little fingers into waving goodbye as we head to Simone’s SUV.
I bought it for her to get around in after an investor bought my invention for the labor button I made Simone. It ended up buying us a house outside of the chaos of Vegas too.
The guesthouse out back is where Simone’s mother stays. She comes in very handy when we need a sitter. She even asked to come to a club party next week, which surprised Simone and I both. She’s in for a real treat when my boys get going with drugs and booze.
Her mother is strict but very determined. We don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things when raising Catori, like religion, but we are when it comes to her safety.
I’m not worried though because Simone and Catori are mine, and I can get rid of the bitch of a mom real quick. I’m sure the coyotes are waiting for their next meal.
Sliding into the back seat, the leather is hot from the sun. Simone climbs behind the wheel and I look down at Catori as we drive off. Her cheeks are red from getting too hot outside, and I make a mental note to put sunblock in her diaper bag.
Sticking her foot out, she tries to stick it in her mouth, and I laugh, pulling it away.
“That’s dirty, don’t eat that.”
She giggles, and then goes stoic.
“Daddy.”
My face falls, and Simone slams on the brakes, rocking us to a hard stop.
“Did she just say…?”
“Say it again for Daddy.” I tickle her big toe, and she babbles a toothy grin, kicking her body straight in her car seat with excitement. She’s such a squirmy thing, so full of life.
She looks to the window, a peace brushing over her. Catori’s beautiful brown eyes glistening with the sun as she stares intensely at the tinted glass.
“Daddy,” she babbles softly. Simone and I look at the window, curious if she’s just looking at it, or if she sees her daddy Gatz.
Grabbing her soft hand, I know for a fact her daddy will always be with her, as will I. Taking her gaze from the window, she focuses on my rough fingers and continues to say daddy to herself.
“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.”
She’s done the same thing every time after we visited Gatz’s grave. She’d babble daddy to me, and to something off in the distance.
She knows who her daddies are, and for that she will always be protected by the Outlaws.
Acknowledgments
I want to thank Brie and Heather. They did more than beta, they really helped shape this book into what it is, along with my other betas Natalie and Sarah.
Huge, thank you to Social Butterfly PR and Emily. They rocked helping me share my work. I highly recommend them.
I want to hug and kiss every blogger who has shared, liked, and read my work. I know there are tons of releases every week, and knowing you chose mine means more than I can ever express.
My street team, you Little Devils, you’re always standing beside me. For that, I thank you.
You, the reader. Have I told you I fucking love you? Because of you… I get to do what I desire the most. Make up worlds I only wish I could be apart of.
Note from the author
This book was in the middle of being written during a crazy time in my life. Let me try and explain…
As I was literally writing the words of Mac calling simone Pocahontas, I got an email from a Ancestory website that I had a potential match that I was related to someone. It was something I set up a long time ago, not in the hopes of finding family but to figure out what I had in my blood. Who was I? Where did I come from? I spit in a tube, and weeks later I found out I was a Heinz 57. Just a lot of stuff running through these veins. But this email told me I had a close family member I never knew. I emailed them back, and they shared with me that I am a twelfth great granddaughter of Pocahontas, along with some other cool things. (This whole family tree thing was his hobby.) Anyway, you can image my surprise at this off the wall information, especially that I was a granddaughter of freaking pocahontis!
This story means more to me than any of them, as it shows the bounds of family. Not having common bloodlines, is something I know personally and maybe that’s why biker stories touch me more than anything else. They go to show that we pick our family, not our blood.
Anyway, enough of my rambling. I hope you enjoyed the book, and little about myself!
Peace!
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