From the look on her face, he knew she’d heard their argument. Not good. He didn’t want anyone to know there was the occasional argument between him and Patricia.
“Not now, Tate,” Patricia said.
“I’ll deal with her.” Tiny left the kitchen going toward his daughter. “How’s my little girl?” he asked.
“Are you going to break up? I heard Edward and Nigel say you were.” She was the only girl who got away with calling the two brothers by their own names.
“Nah, we’re not going to break up. We’re just arguing like adults do. I love your mommy so much. I wouldn’t let her leave us.”
“When I’m grown up I’m not going to argue with my husband.”
“You’re not?” he asked, heading upstairs.
“No, I’m going to find a boy that will do as he’s told, and I can tell him what to do, and I’ll never be hurt.”
Tiny chuckled. Tate was his whole world. He loved his wife, but at times Patricia was a little temperamental.
The guilt disappeared within a few hours, and that night he made love to his wife. Patricia always responded to him, and it only took a few caresses for her to relent to him.
****
Three years later he was burying her in the ground, and Tiny felt the full effect of what he’d done to Patricia. He was left with three kids and not a clue what to do.
Rubbing his temple, Tiny looked down at the list of babysitters he’d been given by the club. They’d all banded together to help him out after his wife’s funeral. Fuck, Patricia was dead, and he couldn’t even begin to think about that shit right now.
“Daddy, someone is at the door,” Tate said, shouting down stairs.
“Then f**king answer it. It’s probably for you.” He lifted the phone and started to call around. Lash and Nash didn’t need looking after, but he wasn’t allowing his daughter alone. He didn’t give a f**k what age Tate was. She would have someone home at all times, and he wasn’t going to let up on his ideals.
Thirty minutes passed, and Tiny slammed the phone down. When the violence didn’t work, he threw the phone across the room, happy when he saw the device shatter. None of the babysitters wanted to work with him, f**king bitches. The sound of feminine giggling pulled him out of his thoughts. Leaving his office he walked toward the sound.
He found Tate sat at the counter watching a woman he’d never seen before cooking at the stove. Tiny paused, staring at her.
“Daddy’s going to love you,” Tate said, smiling.
“I’m hoping he’ll hire me. I like you, Tate.” The woman reached over, touching his daughter’s hand.
Leaning against the door frame he checked out the woman whom his daughter was bonding to. The woman was fuller than his wife and any woman he’d been with. Her curves were full, but they didn’t make him think of her as fat. She was womanly, beautiful actually. Her smile brightened her face, and he even felt a tightening in his groin. Her eyes were a delicate hazel, startling yet firm. Tiny didn’t understand what was going on inside him. Simply looking at her was turning him on. He wanted to get to know her name so he could bend her over when they were in private and f**k her.
“Tate, who is this?” he asked.
He wore his leather cut with The Skulls emblem on the back. Pulling the jacket off, he displayed his ink and muscles. His gaze was on the woman, but the woman was smiling at Tate, not paying attention to him. Feeling like an ass, he sat beside his daughter.
“This is Evangeline Walker, Eva for short, Dad. She’s here for the nanny position,” Tate said.
“Hi, sir, I’m new in Fort Wills, and I’m a hard worker.” Evangeline offered her hand. Staring at her pale fingers Tiny scented her fragrance, strawberry. He loved strawberries. Taking the offered hand, he held on tightly.
Eva didn’t give him any flirtatious looks. She simply shook his hand and pulled away. He watched her, waiting for her to do something to show her true colors. She went to her bag and pulled out a piece of paper. “Here are my documents.”
Checking over her details he saw she was only a few years older than his daughter. She was over eighteen, which he was f**king thankful for, but he didn’t like how much younger than him she was. He shouldn’t be lusting after a woman so young. From the look of her she was a little too innocent for his taste as well.
“I’ve not been in a nanny position before, but I would really love to take care of Tate,” Eva said.
“Please, Dad, I like her.”
Looking down at the paperwork in his hands, feeling his c**k stiffen, Tiny knew he didn’t have much choice. Tate had lost her mother. He wasn’t willing to hurt her anymore. In the last few months Tate had been acting out. Even Nash and Lash didn’t like hanging out with her. Seeing her with Eva and the smile twisted something inside him. There was no way he could deny his little girl.
“Sure,” he said, staring at Eva. The other woman was finally looking back at him. He felt like he was drowning in her. There was a glint in her eye that made him question her innocent persona.
“I can start right now,” Eva said.
“Where are you staying?” Tate asked, after a huge squeal of excitement.
“I’m in a hotel right now just outside of town. I’ll find somewhere suitable—”
“You can stay here. Right, Dad. We’ve got plenty of room,” Tate said.
Eva’s gaze darted to him, shaking her head. “No, I couldn’t impose.”
“You’re not imposing. You’ll be here when I need you. Dad’s not always around, and you can spend time with me.” Tate was like a dog with a f**king bone. She wouldn’t stop talking.
“I really couldn’t.”
His daughter turned her gaze on him.
“Please, Dad, please, please, please.” The begging went on and on.
“You will stay here,” he said, keeping his attention on the woman before him.
“Only if you’re sure. I really don’t want to impose.” Eva’s hands were held up. He noticed a gold charm bracelet on her wrist. He frowned. There was something about it that struck a chord with him. He didn’t know what it was.
“You’re not imposing, and I’ve got shit to do. We’ll go and get your crap from the hotel. I’ve got stuff to do, and I’ll set up your earnings and shit.” He kept her documents and moved back toward his office.
Tiny heard his daughter squealing and Eva’s nervous giggle. Slamming the doors closed, he cupped his cock. He was rock hard and in need of some relief.