“So you’re an ol’ lady now and neither of you fuckin’ told me?” He slams his fist down on his desk.

“No, no, no. I’m not Tripp’s ol’ lady. We’re trying to sort things out dad. Please, let me have this. He’s good to me.” Looking in his eyes, pleading for him to see how much I want this.

“Damn it, Doll. This ain’t the life for you.” He states back in his normal tone.

“This is all I know, Daddy. This is what I want. Anything less than a biker won’t do. Tripp’s a good man. He respects you. If you are against this, I’ll lose him.”

“He said that to you?”

“Not exactly, but I know him. Don’t make him choose his club or me. Not when we don’t know if we can work things out without the added club pressures. Look at Tank, tomorrow isn’t promised for anyone. Tripp makes me feel alive. He shows me in his eyes and the ways he treats me different that I’m everything. Don’t make me choose him or this club. You may not like the answer you get.”

“Doll, you love him?”

“Yes, Daddy, I do.” I say matching his gaze and refusing to back down. “I’ve never asked you for anything like this. I’ve done what’s been expected of me and asked of me. You wanted me back home after college, I came. You wanted me to go on that ride, I went. Let me have a chance at this.”

“Doll, he hurts you, I’ll break him.”

“Daddy, everyone knows this.” I smile at my dad as I make my way over to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. He never moves from his sitting position behind the desk.

“Enough of that. Go on. I got shit to do.”

I walk back out front. I’m pretty sure the ‘shit’ he’s got to do involves Tripp now.

Roundman has called me to the coast. Doll and I start to make plans when I tell her I’m on my way there. She warns me, her dad knows and that’s what I’ve been called for. He’s gonna have my fuckin’ balls, but I can’t stay away from her, so he can have ‘em.

Pulling in, I climb off my bike. I don’t make it to the door before Doll is in front of me. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me down to kiss her.

“Hello, Darlin’,” I greet, unable to stop myself from smiling. Yes, this precious doll makes me smile.

Before we can say more, Roundman is walking out. He nods to me and points to his office. I kiss Doll’s forehead before following him to his office. His gun is out on the desk. He earned his name from being a one round man. One bullet. One round. One shot. One kill.

“You fuckin’ my daughter?” He looks at me and asks. He points for me to sit in the chair by his desk as he leans against it.