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Your Dad's Perfect Searching
ZadeLeaving the club, my head’s spinning, but there’s no time for thinking—I need to find her. I jump on the bike and go straight to her place, pounding on her door with a rising sense of dread when there’s no answer. I fumble with the spare key, letting myself in, only to be met with empty silence. The place is still, almost eerily so, and it feels like she just slipped through my fingers.I pull out my phone, ready to call Grayson, when I see it: her message, like a punch to the gut.This was never going to work. I’m sorry for breaking my promise, but I’d rather do that than let you break me any more. You’re free now to do whatever you want.I read it again, disbelief twisting into panic and anger. What the hell? I thought everything was fine. The memory of her soft, trusting eyes this morning, her promise not to run, feels like a cruel joke now.I jump back on my bike, heading straight home. Maybe she’s gone to Grayson, looking for comfort. Maybe there’s still a chance to fix this
Your Dad's Perfect Guilty
Zade POVThe tension is overwhelming as we pull up, and I push past Grayson, heading straight for the door. I don’t knock, don’t wait—I storm inside, shouting her name.“Izzy!” My voice echoes through the quiet rooms, but there’s no sign of her. “Where is she?” I demand, shoving Jamie back as he stares at me, confused and unhelpful.Grayson holds out his phone and shoes him a picture of her.He raises his hands defensively. “I don’t know where she is! I left her in the Oceana Bar. She was wasted. I didn’t even know who she was.”Rage flares up in me, fists tightening. Grayson sees it and shoves me back. “If you’re looking for someone to blame, start with yourself!” he snaps.I grit my teeth, swallowing the urge to punch something, and storm out, ignoring the rest of them. I need answers, and fast. Oceana Bar’s my best shot, so I hop on my bike, my mind racing as I speed toward it, the cold wind hitting me like a slap.When I get there, it’s closed up, but I don’t care. I bang on the w
Your Dad's Perfect Found
IzzyI’ve spent the last hour pouring out everything that’s been twisting and turning inside my head. Talking to someone neutral, someone who isn’t tangled up in all this, has started to clear the fog. My fears, my mistakes — they’re laid out in front of me now, and I can see how my own actions pushed me into this corner. But the thought of going back? That has a whole new weight. I know I told Zade it was over, in a text fueled by hurt and alcohol. What if he doesn’t want to hear my explanation? What if I already shut that door for good?David hands me a coffee, his smile warm, steady, like he somehow knows exactly what I need.“Thanks,” I murmur, gripping the cup for grounding, for comfort.“You’re running out of time, you know,” he says gently, a hint of concern in his tone. “Sooner or later, I’ll need your real name. You can’t hide forever, and it’s clear you care deeply about the people in your life, and they care about you too. How long until they start looking?”I shrug, though
Your Dad's Perfect Explaining
Grayson sighs and pulls me into another hug, his grip warm and protective. “You’re safe now, and that’s all that matters. But don’t scare us like this again, okay?” He pulls back, his eyes hardening. “I’ve made sure Zade knows to stay away from you.”The thought of Zade out of my life forever hits me like a punch to the chest. “No, Grayson, I caused this. You can’t tell him to stay away from me. He has every right to be hurt, but I don’t want him gone,” I say, my voice wavering as I meet his gaze.Grayson clenches his jaw. “Izzy, look at everything that’s already happened. It’s a sign that this isn’t right.”I shake my head, more resolute than ever. “He’s not the one causing these problems. Please, Gray. Don’t push him away.”He sighs, exasperation clear in his posture. “Fine, but we’re setting some damn rules,” he insists, his voice brooking no argument.I can’t help a small laugh escaping. “Rules? Really, Gray?”“Yes, rules!” he grumbles. “This whole mess proves we need them. Now ge
Your Dad's Perfect Pushed Him
Izzy POVMy patience snaps. “Gray, what is it? You’re not telling me everything. What is going on?”He doesn’t answer right away, and I’m filled with a sudden, cold dread. Finally, he says, almost too quietly, “I was pissed off at Zade. I might have said some things to push him.”I stare at him, not understanding. “Push him? What does that mean?”Jax looks back, glancing between Grayson and me. “Gray didn’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 he’d be to blame if you didn’t come back.”I can barely process the words, my chest tightening painfully. “Why would you do that, Grayson? I was fine! I just needed space!”“Fine?” Grayson snaps, his frustration evident. “I got a picture of you kissing some guy, and then he left you in a bar with no phone, no security cameras—nothing. The only thing we knew was that you’d left with some old man. Then we fou
Your Dad's Perfect Alive
ZadeEverything feels slow and distant, like I’m wrapped in thick, suffocating layers, and each layer presses down on me with a weight I can barely fight. I don’t know where I am; there was only darkness before, and I had welcomed it. Now, somehow, I’m hovering at the edge of something, voices trickling in, soft and muffled, like they’re coming from the other side of a wall. Hands press against me—steady, warm, firm—and some part of me wants to push them off, but I can’t. My body is too heavy, too unresponsive.The voices get clearer, closer. It’s Grayson, tense, clipped, talking about hours passing. Sammi’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
Your Dad's Perfect 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.“You scared me, Zade,” she says, her voice soft but shaking with emotion. She clings to me like I’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.“I’m okay, I promise,” 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.“I’m going to shower,” I say, brushing a kiss against her temple. She reaches for my hand, stopping me.“Why are you trying to make it sound okay when Grayson said not to leave you alone?” Her gaze pierces right through me, a mix of worry and determina
Your Dad's Perfect Acting Normal
IzzyOnce we’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. He’s completely fixated on it, likely checking messages, probably for work, but to me, it feels like a shield—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 it’s far from fine. He could have died, and from the looks of it, I’m not even sure he realizes how close he came.“Zade,” I say, keeping my voice calm, though I feel like screaming, “can you put down your phone, please?”He pauses, glancing at me before letting out a sigh and slipping his phone into his pocket. His eyes are on me now, but there’s still a wall, something he’s holding back. I know this will be hard to talk about, but he needs to hear it all. He needs to know that he’s not alone in this—and that I’m here for him, even if he keeps pushing me out.“There’s a
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Your Dad's Perfect 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 strong—stronger than I ever expected—but I welcome the pain. It’s grounding me, keeping me in the moment when I feel like I might lose my mind.“Zade, breathe,” Izzy groans, her voice strained as another contraction overtakes her. “You’re supposed to remind me to breathe, not forget how to do it yourself.”I snap out of my daze, nodding quickly. “Right. Breathe, Izzy. Deep breaths.” I mimic the motion, inhaling and exhaling like I’m teaching her something she hasn’t been doing perfectly for hours.She glares at me between breaths, sweat beading on
Your Dad's Perfect His Question
IzzyI can’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, he’s found a balance, and it’s brought us closer in ways I didn’t think possible.While he’s working, I spend most of my time at home with Sammi and baby Emmerson. It’s been heartwarming to watch Sammi and Grayson navigate parenthood together, their bond strengthening with every passing day. Watching their joy gives me hope—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 pain—that man is someone ext
Your Dad's Perfect 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. I’m hard again, painfully so, but there’s no rush. Tonight, there’s no clock ticking down, no interruptions, just us.“Alright,” I say, standing to strip the last of my clothes, my eyes devouring her sprawled form. “Let’s keep going.”She whimpers, weak from the relentless pleasure, and reaches for me, her hands trembling as they find my shoulders. “Zade,” she murmurs, but I’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 Perfect Showing Her
ZadeAs I help Izzy into my car, her radiant smile reminds me just how much I’ve been neglecting her. I’ve been so consumed with making sure Grayson is home with Sammi and the baby that I’ve failed the one person who needed me most—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 me—a scan image. My heart twists as I take it, running my fingers over the black-and-white lines that outline our baby.“I’m sorry I missed it,” I whisper, the weight of regret heavy in my voice.Her smile is soft, understanding. “It’s fine. You were working and making sure Grayson was home for Sammi and the baby.” Her words are kind, but they cut deep. Missing this moment wasn’t fine, and I can’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 Perfect Time Together
Izzy POVHis dark eyes burn into mine, a mixture of frustration and desire. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Izzy,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse.I lean in, letting my breath ghost over his lips. “Good. I want to play, Zade. And this time, I make the rules.”“You want to fuck me?” 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.“Oh, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you,” I murmur against his lips, my voice husky with desire. Pulling back, I let a wicked smile curl on my lips. “You’re all mine now,” 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 Perfect Always Busy
IzzyIt’s been two months since we came back, and while Zade and I have grown closer, some days feel like we’re barely keeping our heads above water. The distance that came with my pregnancy has dissolved, and his promise to fuck me every day? He’s kept it. But most of the time, it’s rushed, like an obligation rather than passion.I understand why—he’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. It’s as if he’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 I’ve been excited about for weeks. But, at the last minute, he got a call—something urgent, something he couldn’t ignore—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 Perfect 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: “I’m keeping the baby.” Relief flickers across his face, but it’s not pure joy—it’s layered with fear, uncertainty, and something I can’t quite place. He doesn’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 it’s grown between us. Things had been going so well before all this, and now? Now it feels like we’ve b
Your Dad's Perfect 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, there’s a flicker of safety, but it’s fragile, like glass teetering on the edge of shattering. Zade’s words still echo in my mind—angry, hurt, raw—and even though I know deep down he would never hurt me, in that moment, he didn’t feel like the man I fell in love with. He felt like someone else entirely, someone I didn’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 can’t. My legs feel like lead, and my heart is a hurricane of guilt and confusion.“What’s happened?” Grayson’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.“I’m pregnant, Gray,” I cho
Your Dad's Perfect Feeling Foolish
Zade POVEvery time I close my eyes, I see her face—tear-streaked and filled with anguish. Then the memories hit, unbidden and relentless. Blood. The screams. The bodies. My parents, mangled and lifeless. Her—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.“Zade,” 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 can’t even muster the energy to speak. I just stare at him, then down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me.“Did you drink it?” he asks, his tone sharp but not unkind.I shake my head. “No. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to.”Grayson exhales, leaning back in his chair. “At least you didn’t. That’s something.” He watches me closely, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re drowning, Za
