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loyalty isn’t to them. The Hellions MC have no ties to me, and I want none to them. I’m going to do this for me. I will get out. It’s my vow to myself.
    Find my strength. Find my escape.

Right in Front
     

    Frisco has a daughter. Meeting her, seeing her, she is most definitely his; there is no doubt about that. Those eyes, the same eyes that have brought me so much comfort since leaving Delatorre, are set in a face that has the same sharp jawline. Those eyes that soothed every nightmare, bad memory, and chased the skeletons in my closet firmly away are the same eyes in that young woman. Only, in her dark depths lies a confliction I know all too well.
    When Felix Delatorre blackmailed me into leaving with him then helping him, I was in my own personal hell. I didn’t know which way was left, right, up, or down.
    The girl in my room, the girl in my bed, the girl who is a man I have grown to love’s own flesh and blood is a girl to be worried over.
    Will she accept me? Will she let me help her? Will she take the olive branch I am extending?
    Quietly holding my fresh clothing and brush tightly, I make my way around the room as if nothing is different from any other day, even as I feel her eyes bore into me. One thing I learned a long time ago: Sometimes all you can do is the next thing.
    I don’t know what is in Shannon’s mind. I can’t begin to imagine. After going through my own hell from Delatorre, I can only empathize with the girl.
    Having not been in touch with Frisco, I can only wonder how many days since her mother’s death. Has she had time to grieve? Does she even know the reasons behind the deaths of the people she once called family? Has she been given an opportunity to lay her mother to rest?
    It’s not my place to tell her, and I will certainly not cross those lines. Still, my heart breaks for the innocence lost. Then again, I can’t help wondering what the young girl in my bed has already faced down and experienced in her short life.
    My gut twists nervously. I know the lengths I was willing to go in the name of family. Will Shannon be the same? Will she hurt Frisco and the Hellions as she funnels through her emotions?
    “I’ll be ready in about an hour, but there is no rush on your part,” I inform her, trying to ease the awkward silence between us as I reach the doorway.
    “Thank you.” Her tone is somber.
    I shower quickly, lost in my own thoughts. Stepping out, I dry off while ignoring the mist-covered mirror. I have learned to dress and ready myself in minimal time without looking at my reflection. As much as I don’t see the beauty in me physically, Frisco does. How did everything so bad in my life land me in the arms of a man so good?
    I feel delightfully sore in all the right places. Applying my lotion, I have this peace with my body I didn’t have before. Things may not be off to the best start with Frisco, but he wants me. He’s told me I’m in his bed. I had enough bad in my life to know how to hold on to the good, even if it’s fleeting. Frisco and I may not have forever, we may not have more than what we have already shared, but in this time, it’s more than I ever had before.
    My hands are slippery from the condensation and my lingering lotion when I twist the doorknob, so it takes an extra bit of effort to pop it open. Then I step out into what is Frisco’s bedroom, looking down, only to be stopped by the firm grip of a man’s hands on my arms.
    Fear tunnels in until I breathe deeply and inhale his scent.
    “Frisco,” I say on a whisper, my body relaxing.
    “Don’t want shit between us. Ain’t had to hesitate to say what I need to say or do what I need to do with you for a long damn time. Thought we were good. Thought this was right.”
    Tears prickle the back of my eyes. Are we going to be over before we even begin?
    “We are right,” I say softly. “Focus on what’s right in front of your face.”
    He tips my chin up to look at him. “Right in front of my