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Your Dad's Perfect Time Together
Grayson POVI sit, my eyes glued to her peaceful, sleeping form, the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathes steady and deep. In this moment, she’s serene, unaware of the storm swirling in my head. I can’t stop thinking about the inevitable confrontation with her brothers. I want to tell them the truth—just come right out and say it: I love her. But I know that won’t be enough. They won’t believe me. My history with women, my reputation, it’s not something that inspires trust. I could scream my love for her until I’m blue in the face, and it would still fall on deaf ears.Sammi’s worried about what will happen, and she’s right to be. She knows the world we live in now. Even though I’ve been by Zade’s side from the very beginning, I don’t have his power. His family name, his connections to the mafia—that’s what gives him authority. Me? I’m just an outsider, tied to Zade and his brothers by loyalty, but without the bloodline to back me up. I want to believe they’ll listen, that
Your Dad's Perfect Enjoying Her.
Grayson POVShe joins me a few minutes later, her eyes still smoldering with unspoken promises. As we eat, she taunts me with every glance, every little movement, her gaze daring me to break first.“Did you move my sketch?” she asks suddenly, tilting her head in confusion.“Which sketch, Angel?” I ask, genuinely confused. She’s been with me the entire time, so how could I have moved anything?“The first one, from the other day. I can’t find it,” she says, her frustration growing.Ah, the one I showed Zade. “Zade has it,” I reply. “It’s probably still in his office.”She nods, satisfied with the answer, and we finish eating in comfortable silence.Afterward, I sit down with my laptop, trying to focus on business. There are a few problems with Ryan and some others not following orders since I’ve stepped back. I’ll need to talk to Zade about it when he returns. He hasn’t mentioned any issues, but I know better than to think everything’s fine. There’s always something brewing.I’m lost in
Your Dad's Perfect The Offer
Sammi’s POVI step into Zade’s office, my heart pounding, fully bracing myself for the storm I expect. After all, I broke into his office, rifled through his safe. The confrontation feels inevitable—Zade isn’t one to let things slide. I expect his anger, maybe even a lecture, but what I get instead immediately throws me off balance.“How are you feeling, Sammi?” he asks, sitting back in his chair, his voice unnervingly calm. It’s the kind of calm that makes my skin prickle, setting me on edge. This isn’t Zade. Not the Zade I know. His calm, detached demeanor has alarms ringing in my head. This though, makes me wonder how I didn't see the truth? The way he sits in the chair, is like there's an air of untouchability about him. Like someone within the Mafia would have.“I’m fine,” I reply cautiously, studying him for any cracks in his facade. I sit down across from him, still waiting for the inevitable backlash. “I’m sorry, by the way. About how I acted the day you left. Lying about Will
Your Dad's Perfect Tricked
Grayson’s POVZade strides into the room, his smile as casual as ever, but I know better. There’s always something calculated behind that smile. He sits down across from me, his eyes sharp, cutting straight to the heart of what he wants to know.“So,” he starts, his tone deceptively light, “did you find out anything about the guy?”His question is like a slap, and I can feel the tension ripple through my body. He’s hunting for answers about Sammi, about who she’s been seeing, and it’s taking everything in me to keep my expression neutral. I shrug, doing my best to appear indifferent.“I’ve heard nothing. No one’s seen her with anyone,” I reply smoothly, keeping my voice as calm as possible, even though I know the truth he’s after is sitting right in front of him.Zade doesn’t break eye contact, his stare intensifying as he watches me. “How did she end up going into my office, Gray?” His words are laced with suspicion now, and I can feel his gaze trying to pierce through the layers of
Your Dad's Perfect Nothing Left
Grayson POVThe pain is excruciating, but it’s nothing compared to the thought of losing her. Blood drips down my chest, the wounds from the knife still fresh, burning as if the blade is still carving through my skin. My body trembles, but I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stay upright despite the agony ripping through me.“I’m not leaving her,” I say again, my voice rough but firm. My jaw clenches, my vision blurs from the tears of pain and frustration that I refuse to let fall. “You can beat me, cut me, do whatever the fuck you want, but I’m not leaving Sammi.”Zade paces in front of me, his expression darkening with every word I say. His fists are still clenched, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. Joel Zak and Jax hover behind him, their faces twisted in grim determination. I know they won’t kill me—not after everything I’ve done for them, not after saving Zade’s life when everything was on the line. They can’t. But the way Zade’s looking at me now, it’s clear he’s not
Your Dad's Perfect Leaving
Grayson’s POVI drag myself to my room, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. Every step feels heavier than the last as I push the door open, knowing they’re watching, making sure I don’t do anything stupid. All I can do is play along. Leave. Make it look real so they bring Sammi back safely. After that, I’ll find a way. Somehow, I’ll figure out how to get to her, to show her that everything was a lie. It was all a setup, a twisted plan to rip us apart.I reach for the small ring Sammi gave me just two days ago. My fingers hover over it, but Zade’s voice cuts through the air like a knife.“Leave it!” he barks, his tone hard, like he’s daring me to defy him.I freeze, my hand trembling above the ring. If I leave it, she’ll think it means nothing. She’ll think we meant nothing.“I said make it look real, so fucking leave it!” Zade snaps again, his voice like ice, and my hand drops away from the ring. The pain in my chest intensifies.I grab my bag a
Your Dad's Perfect Shattered
Sammi’s POVThe hours stretch painfully long before we finally arrive at the hotel. Everything’s already arranged, thanks to Zade. I barely register anything—just the dull motions of getting inside, walking to my room, and collapsing onto the bed. My body feels heavy, drained. It’s not the traveling that’s exhausted me. It’s everything else. The last five days, spending every waking moment with Grayson, working, talking, being consumed by each other. Every night, he’d hold me, make love to me until I passed out, and now, in this lonely, sterile hotel room, it all feels so far away. So distant.Juliet knocks on the door, her voice soft and gentle. “Goodnight, Sammi. I’ll wake you in the morning.”I barely manage a reply, just a tired mumble as I sink into the bed, my body craving sleep, real sleep. The kind I haven’t had in days. My body gives in quickly, but it doesn’t last.The ringing of my phone drags me from sleep, and I groan, fumbling for it in my bag. My fingers are clumsy, bar
Your Dad's Perfect Fake Smiles
Sammi’s POVI shower, letting the hot water cascade over me, hoping it will wash away the weight pressing on my chest. But it doesn’t. Every part of me is heavy—my body, my thoughts, my heart. When I step out and dress, Juliet’s already waiting. She looks at me with concern, her eyes searching mine like she can sense the storm swirling beneath the surface. But she doesn’t ask. And thank God for that. Because if she does, I’ll crumble. I’ll fall apart right here, in front of her, and there will be no putting me back together.We leave for the gallery in silence, but my mind won’t quiet. I keep replaying the messages, the images, Grayson’s words cutting through me like a blade. I need to focus. I can’t let him take this from me. He’s already taken everything else—my trust, my hope, my heart. But this opportunity, this gallery… it’s mine. I won’t let him ruin it.When we arrive, the woman in charge greets me. Her voice is warm, professional, but I barely register her words.“Sammi Luxon,
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