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Grayson sighs and pulls me into another hug, his grip warm and protective. โ€œYouโ€™re safe now, and thatโ€™s all that matters. But donโ€™t scare us like this again, okay?โ€ He pulls back, his eyes hardening. โ€œIโ€™ve made sure Zade knows to stay away from you.โ€

The thought of Zade out of my life forever hits me like a punch to the chest. โ€œNo, Grayson, I caused this. You canโ€™t tell him to stay away from me. He has every right to be hurt, but I donโ€™t want him gone,โ€ I say, my voice wavering as I meet his gaze.

Grayson clenches his jaw. โ€œIzzy, look at everything thatโ€™s already happened. Itโ€™s a sign that this isnโ€™t right.โ€

I shake my head, more resolute than ever. โ€œHeโ€™s not the one causing these problems. Please, Gray. Donโ€™t push him away.โ€

He sighs, exasperation clear in his posture. โ€œFine, but weโ€™re setting some damn rules,โ€ he insists, his voice brooking no argument.

I canโ€™t help a small laugh escaping. โ€œRules? Really, Gray?โ€

โ€œYes, rules!โ€ he grumbles. โ€œThis whole mess proves we need them. Now ge
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  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Pushed Him

    Izzy POVMy patience snaps. โ€œGray, what is it? Youโ€™re not telling me everything. What is going on?โ€He doesnโ€™t answer right away, and Iโ€™m filled with a sudden, cold dread. Finally, he says, almost too quietly, โ€œI was pissed off at Zade. I might have said some things to push him.โ€I stare at him, not understanding. โ€œPush him? What does that mean?โ€Jax looks back, glancing between Grayson and me. โ€œGray didnโ€™t want him looking for you with us. He kept telling Zade we had no leads and no idea where you were, and maybe made it sound like if something happened to you, it was on him. That heโ€™d be to blame if you didnโ€™t come back.โ€I can barely process the words, my chest tightening painfully. โ€œWhy would you do that, Grayson? I was fine! I just needed space!โ€โ€œFine?โ€ Grayson snaps, his frustration evident. โ€œI got a picture of you kissing some guy, and then he left you in a bar with no phone, no security camerasโ€”nothing. The only thing we knew was that youโ€™d left with some old man. Then we fou

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  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Alive

    ZadeEverything feels slow and distant, like Iโ€™m wrapped in thick, suffocating layers, and each layer presses down on me with a weight I can barely fight. I donโ€™t know where I am; there was only darkness before, and I had welcomed it. Now, somehow, Iโ€™m hovering at the edge of something, voices trickling in, soft and muffled, like theyโ€™re coming from the other side of a wall. Hands press against meโ€”steady, warm, firmโ€”and some part of me wants to push them off, but I canโ€™t. My body is too heavy, too unresponsive.The voices get clearer, closer. Itโ€™s Grayson, tense, clipped, talking about hours passing. Sammiโ€™s voice cuts through, sharp and panicked, demanding answers. I want to tell them to go away, to leave me to the silence. This should have been it. The darkness should have swallowed me whole, but here I am, dragged back again. Back to the torment, the mistakes, the endless ache I tried to escape.And then, just as I sink deeper, I hear her. Izzy. The sound pulls me, a faint lifeline

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  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Fears

    ZadeAs the door closes, silence blankets the room, grounding me. I close my eyes, exhausted from the effort it takes just to stay tethered to the moment. Izzy leans into me, her voice barely a whisper.โ€œYou scared me, Zade,โ€ she says, her voice soft but shaking with emotion. She clings to me like Iโ€™m something precious and breakable, and the intensity of it hits me. I pull her close, wrapping her in my arms as if I could shield her from all the mess that comes with me.โ€œIโ€™m okay, I promise,โ€ I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. But I know she can sense the unsteady rhythm under the words, the hollowness that still lingers.I force myself up, pushing past the lingering weakness, and she sits up with me, eyeing me with worry.โ€œIโ€™m going to shower,โ€ I say, brushing a kiss against her temple. She reaches for my hand, stopping me.โ€œWhy are you trying to make it sound okay when Grayson said not to leave you alone?โ€ Her gaze pierces right through me, a mix of worry and determina

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  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Acting Normal

    IzzyOnce weโ€™re dressed and dried off, I sit on the best in front of Zade, watching him, waiting for him to turn his attention from his phone. Heโ€™s completely fixated on it, likely checking messages, probably for work, but to me, it feels like a shieldโ€”a way to avoid dealing with what just happened, with what he almost lost. Does he always do this? Fall apart, act recklessly, and then pretend nothing happened? Because itโ€™s far from fine. He could have died, and from the looks of it, Iโ€™m not even sure he realizes how close he came.โ€œZade,โ€ I say, keeping my voice calm, though I feel like screaming, โ€œcan you put down your phone, please?โ€He pauses, glancing at me before letting out a sigh and slipping his phone into his pocket. His eyes are on me now, but thereโ€™s still a wall, something heโ€™s holding back. I know this will be hard to talk about, but he needs to hear it all. He needs to know that heโ€™s not alone in thisโ€”and that Iโ€™m here for him, even if he keeps pushing me out.โ€œThereโ€™s a

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  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Standing My Ground

    Izzy POVCleoโ€™s expression hardens as she realizes Iโ€™m not here by accident. โ€œCanโ€™t it wait?โ€ she snaps, her tone clipped.โ€œNot really,โ€ I reply, my gaze sharp and unwavering. โ€œNow, are we doing this in front of your client?โ€She crosses her arms, her irritation barely masked. โ€œYou do realize youโ€™re interrupting my work?โ€I ignore her thinly veiled threat. โ€œFunny, considering how you seem to think boundaries donโ€™t apply to you.โ€Cleo arches a brow, giving me a dismissive look as she crosses her arms over her chest. โ€œWell, hurry up, little girl,โ€ she sneers, her tone laced with impatience. โ€œI have work to do, and I donโ€™t have time for some teenagerโ€™s drama.โ€The term โ€œlittle girlโ€ sparks something fierce in me, but I keep my voice steady. โ€œThe next time you open your mouth about Zadeโ€™s life or our relationship, youโ€™ll regret it. Iโ€™m not just some random woman he decided to spend the night with.โ€Cleo lets out a mocking laugh, even clapping her hands in slow, exaggerated applause. โ€œOh,

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  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย His Words

    Izzy POVI look up at Zade, my pulse hammering in my chest, but his gaze is on me, intense and turbulentโ€”a storm of shock, worry, and something else that feels unreadable.Grayson undoes the restraints on the man and mumbles an apology. I watch as the man all but sprints out of the room, obviously desperate to escape the chaos. Then Graysonโ€™s focus swings to me, his eyes blazing. โ€œWhat the hell are you doing, Izzy? Causing a scene in the middle of the business?โ€I laugh, a bitter sound escaping me as I shake my head. โ€œYes, Grayson, causing a scene. Because if Cleo had the chance, you think she wouldnโ€™t throw me under the bus in a heartbeat? Iโ€™m done being treated like some kid. Maybe Iโ€™m younger, but donโ€™t you get it? Iโ€™m more grown up than you two think I am.โ€ My voice wavers but stays strong.Grayson chuckles humorlessly. โ€œMore grown up, huh? The same Izzy who woke up covered in her own vomit in a strangerโ€™s house? Tell me how thatโ€™s mature?โ€โ€œReally? Thatโ€™s rich, coming from you,โ€

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  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Truth

    Zade POVI stare at Izzy, feeling a hollowness Iโ€™ve long kept buried threaten to pull me under. Iโ€™ve spent years in darkness, becoming so tangled with my own demons that I canโ€™t tell where I end and they begin. Iโ€™ve lived in this hell I built, convinced I deserve every bit of it, that I donโ€™t deserve anything better. I donโ€™t even know how to step out of it, or if Iโ€™d survive it if I tried. The thought of change, of release, terrifies me.And Izzyโ€ฆ sheโ€™s light where Iโ€™m all shadow, a reminder of everything that should be good and untouched by this world I chose. She doesnโ€™t deserve any of this, doesnโ€™t deserve the burden of the things that haunt me. She deserves so much more than a man whoโ€™s clawed his way through darkness and made it his armor. I donโ€™t want to drag her into this, and yetโ€ฆ I donโ€™t know how to let go.Her voice cuts through my thoughts. โ€œYou never answered. Do you enjoy it, Zade? What Cleo and the others do to youโ€”the degrading, the humiliationโ€”all of it?โ€How the hell

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  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Admission

    Zade POVI reach up slowly, letting my fingers graze down her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. โ€œIโ€™m sorry for all the drama, for every bit of stress Iโ€™ve dragged into your life,โ€ I murmur, watching her, needing her to understand. โ€œI promise you this, Izzyโ€”I wonโ€™t run from you, and I wonโ€™t push you away. Not anymore.โ€She opens her mouth to reply, but I gently press my hand over her lips, not ready to let her speak yet. Thereโ€™s too much I need to say, and I need her to hear it. โ€œHow did it go so wrong?โ€ My voice drops, thick with the weight of it all. โ€œFrom that night at the hotelโ€ฆ how did it turn to you hating me enough to be kissing some random guy? I thought you knew by now, Izzy. I thought you realizedโ€ฆ that I love you. That this isnโ€™t a game to me. Iโ€™ve never taken a risk like this before.โ€She mumbles something behind my hand, but Iโ€™m not finished, and I shake my head, willing her to hear me. โ€œIโ€™ve always been careful. I donโ€™t sleep with a woman without ens

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  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Perfect

    ZadeI knew if I waited, things would go wrong, which is why I proposed to Izzy sooner than I had planned. Good job I did as if I hadn't. I was meant to be proposing right now, which isn't ideal.The room is buzzing with controlled chaos. Nurses move efficiently around us, murmuring instructions and checking monitors. Izzy lies in the hospital bed, her face flushed, hair damp with sweat, and hands clutching mine like a lifeline. Her grip is strongโ€”stronger than I ever expectedโ€”but I welcome the pain. Itโ€™s grounding me, keeping me in the moment when I feel like I might lose my mind.โ€œZade, breathe,โ€ Izzy groans, her voice strained as another contraction overtakes her. โ€œYouโ€™re supposed to remind me to breathe, not forget how to do it yourself.โ€I snap out of my daze, nodding quickly. โ€œRight. Breathe, Izzy. Deep breaths.โ€ I mimic the motion, inhaling and exhaling like Iโ€™m teaching her something she hasnโ€™t been doing perfectly for hours.She glares at me between breaths, sweat beading on

  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย His Question

    IzzyI canโ€™t help but smile at Zade as he drives, his hands steady on the wheel, his profile glowing in the soft morning light. Time has slipped by so quickly. It feels like only yesterday we were grappling with fears and uncertainty, and now here we are. Zade has been by my side so much more than I ever expected. He still works, but not nearly as much as he did before. Somehow, heโ€™s found a balance, and itโ€™s brought us closer in ways I didnโ€™t think possible.While heโ€™s working, I spend most of my time at home with Sammi and baby Emmerson. Itโ€™s been heartwarming to watch Sammi and Grayson navigate parenthood together, their bond strengthening with every passing day. Watching their joy gives me hopeโ€”hope that Zade and I can have something just as beautiful with our baby.Zade has been going to counseling regularly, and I see pieces of the real him emerging more and more each week. The man beneath the armor he built to survive, to lead the mafia, to bury his painโ€”that man is someone ext

  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย My Plan

    Zade POVI lose myself in her, time slipping away as I drink her in, the salty-sweet flavor of her flooding my senses. She collapses into the bed eventually, her body limp, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. Even now, her walls quiver, her body still coming down as I lick the last remnants of her release.When I finally pull away, I move up her body and kiss her with a desperate need, our lips crashing together in a possessive claim. Iโ€™m hard again, painfully so, but thereโ€™s no rush. Tonight, thereโ€™s no clock ticking down, no interruptions, just us.โ€œAlright,โ€ I say, standing to strip the last of my clothes, my eyes devouring her sprawled form. โ€œLetโ€™s keep going.โ€She whimpers, weak from the relentless pleasure, and reaches for me, her hands trembling as they find my shoulders. โ€œZade,โ€ she murmurs, but Iโ€™m nowhere near done.Izzy tastes like heaven, pure and raw, a flavor I never want to forget. My lips return to her swollen clit, teasing and tormenting her again. Her body jerks as s

  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Showing Her

    ZadeAs I help Izzy into my car, her radiant smile reminds me just how much Iโ€™ve been neglecting her. Iโ€™ve been so consumed with making sure Grayson is home with Sammi and the baby that Iโ€™ve failed the one person who needed me mostโ€”her. The guilt eats at me as I start the engine, and I steal glances at her, soaking in her beauty, her strength, her unwavering patience with me.She pulls something from her bag and holds it out to meโ€”a scan image. My heart twists as I take it, running my fingers over the black-and-white lines that outline our baby.โ€œIโ€™m sorry I missed it,โ€ I whisper, the weight of regret heavy in my voice.Her smile is soft, understanding. โ€œItโ€™s fine. You were working and making sure Grayson was home for Sammi and the baby.โ€ Her words are kind, but they cut deep. Missing this moment wasnโ€™t fine, and I canโ€™t let it happen again.When we arrive, I park and immediately step out, going to her side and lifting her into my arms. She laughs lightly, her arms wrapping around my

  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Time Together

    Izzy POVHis dark eyes burn into mine, a mixture of frustration and desire. โ€œYouโ€™re playing a dangerous game, Izzy,โ€ he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse.I lean in, letting my breath ghost over his lips. โ€œGood. I want to play, Zade. And this time, I make the rules.โ€โ€œYou want to fuck me?โ€ His voice is low, teasing, as his dark eyes bore into mine, a smirk playing on his lips. The sight of him, restrained and vulnerable yet brimming with raw power, ignites something primal in me. I chuckle softly, leaning in to capture his lips, grinding against him as I feel him stir beneath me.โ€œOh, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you,โ€ I murmur against his lips, my voice husky with desire. Pulling back, I let a wicked smile curl on my lips. โ€œYouโ€™re all mine now,โ€ I whisper, my words dripping with dominance. Slowly, deliberately, I sink to my knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as my hands glide over his thighs.His breath hitches when I reach up, my fingers wrapping around his s

  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Always Busy

    IzzyItโ€™s been two months since we came back, and while Zade and I have grown closer, some days feel like weโ€™re barely keeping our heads above water. The distance that came with my pregnancy has dissolved, and his promise to fuck me every day? Heโ€™s kept it. But most of the time, itโ€™s rushed, like an obligation rather than passion.I understand whyโ€”heโ€™s juggling too much. He practically ordered Grayson to stay home for a couple of months after Sammi had the baby, leaving him to hold everything together. Sure, his brothers are around to help, but Zade hardly leans on them. Itโ€™s as if heโ€™s still carrying the weight of raising them, of being their protector, even now.Today was supposed to be different. It was the scan, the moment Iโ€™ve been excited about for weeks. But, at the last minute, he got a callโ€”something urgent, something he couldnโ€™t ignoreโ€”and I found myself in the clinic with my mum instead of him. All I got from Zade was a quick message asking how it went. No follow-up, no exc

  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Fixing It

    Izzy POVThe moment Zade walks in, the tension between us hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break. We talk briefly, my voice trembling as I tell him the words that have been weighing on my heart: โ€œIโ€™m keeping the baby.โ€ Relief flickers across his face, but itโ€™s not pure joyโ€”itโ€™s layered with fear, uncertainty, and something I canโ€™t quite place. He doesnโ€™t say much after that, just pulls me into his arms, holding me close. I melt into him, exhaustion taking over as I fall asleep wrapped in his warmth.When I wake, the space beside me is empty, and the bed feels colder without him. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing my eyes. My gaze falls on Zade, seated at the foot of the bed, his back turned to me. His shoulders are tense, and his head is bowed slightly, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on him.I hesitate, unsure of what to say or how to bridge the chasm that feels like itโ€™s grown between us. Things had been going so well before all this, and now? Now it feels like weโ€™ve b

  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Realising

    IzzyThe moment Grayson wraps his arms around me, I feel the weight of everything pressing down on me like a storm. For the first time in hours, thereโ€™s a flicker of safety, but itโ€™s fragile, like glass teetering on the edge of shattering. Zadeโ€™s words still echo in my mindโ€”angry, hurt, rawโ€”and even though I know deep down he would never hurt me, in that moment, he didnโ€™t feel like the man I fell in love with. He felt like someone else entirely, someone I didnโ€™t know.The sound of the door closing behind me sends a chill through my spine. Zade has left. I should stop him, run after him, beg him to stay, but I canโ€™t. My legs feel like lead, and my heart is a hurricane of guilt and confusion.โ€œWhatโ€™s happened?โ€ Graysonโ€™s voice cuts through the silence, low but laced with tension. His arms tighten around me, and for a moment, I let myself break. The tears come in uncontrollable waves, and I bury my face into his chest as though I can hide from my own mistakes.โ€œIโ€™m pregnant, Gray,โ€ I cho

  • Your Dad's Perfectย ย ย Feeling Foolish

    Zade POVEvery time I close my eyes, I see her faceโ€”tear-streaked and filled with anguish. Then the memories hit, unbidden and relentless. Blood. The screams. The bodies. My parents, mangled and lifeless. Herโ€”my ex, so pregnant, so full of life, and then... gone. The flashbacks swallow me whole, dragging me under. My breathing becomes shallow, erratic, and I grip the edge of the table to ground myself, my knuckles white.โ€œZade,โ€ a voice cuts through the storm in my mind, anchoring me back to reality. I look up to see Grayson sitting across from me, his face a mixture of concern and frustration.I canโ€™t even muster the energy to speak. I just stare at him, then down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me.โ€œDid you drink it?โ€ he asks, his tone sharp but not unkind.I shake my head. โ€œNo. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to.โ€Grayson exhales, leaning back in his chair. โ€œAt least you didnโ€™t. Thatโ€™s something.โ€ He watches me closely, his eyes narrowing slightly. โ€œYouโ€™re drowning, Za

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