Mummy, Please Marry Uncle Biker Daddy
I pressed my hands against his chest, not to push him away, but because I needed something solid to hold onto while the world spun out of control.
“What if I lose her,” I whispered in the dark.
“You won’t,” he said.
“Stop saying that,” I snapped, my frustration finally cracking. “Stop promising things you can’t control It’s driving me insane!”
He caught my wrists, his grip firm and grounding.
“Then listen to what I can control,” he growled, forcing me to look at him.
His voice dropped lower. “Then listen to what I can control.”
I looked up at him.
“I can control how I show up,” he said firmly. “I can control how careful I am. I can control how disciplined the club stays. I can control not gi