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SAVAGE DADDY
LAYLAH ROBERTS
Laylah Roberts.
Savage Daddy.
© 2022, Laylah Roberts
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CONTENTS
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Books by Laylah Roberts
Trigger Warnings
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Epilogue
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BOOKS BY LAYLAH ROBERTS
Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling Novella
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy
Warrior Daddy
Daddy’s Angel
Heal Me, Daddy
Daddy in Cowboy Boots
A Little Christmas Cheer
Sheriff Daddy
Her Daddies’ Saving Grace
A Little Winter Wonderland
MC Daddies
Motorcycle Daddy
Hero Daddy
Protector Daddy
Untamed Daddy
Her Daddy’s Jewel
Fierce Daddy
Savage Daddy
Harem of Daddies
Ruled by her Daddies
Claimed by her Daddies
Stolen by her Daddies
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won
Cole’s Mistake
Jardin’s Gamble
Romanced by the Malones
Twice the Malone
Mending a Malone
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Bad Boys of Wildeside
Wilde
Sinclair
Luke
Standalones
Their Christmas Baby
A Cozy Little Christmas
Haley Chronicles
Ally and Jake
TRIGGER WARNINGS
Triggers include but not limited to abuse, threats, rape (not of main character and not described in any detail) human trafficking.
1
There was a bunny on his front door step.
Sav stared down at the rabbit for a long moment. Its whiskers twitched as it sat there, undaunted by the large, tattooed biker glaring down at him.
“Where did you come from?” he murmured. As if he didn’t have a pretty good idea. He’d moved into this duplex a month ago. During that time, he’d managed to completely avoid the woman who lived next door.
Thankfully, she seemed to be on the same page.
He’d moved into this neighborhood because it wasn’t the sort of place where you greeted new people with a plate of cookies or asked them to join Neighborhood Watch.
This was the kind of place where you kept your head down and didn’t go out after dark unless you were armed or a big biker with an attitude.
It also wasn’t the sort of place where you came home to find pet rabbits sitting on your doorstep.
“Shoo,” he said, moving his hands around in the hope he’d scare the thing away.
It just stared back at him grumpily.
He swore the damn rabbit was giving him attitude. No one gave him attitude. Usually, his looks were enough to scare people away and if they weren’t, then his reputation did the rest.
He sighed, putting his hands on his hips.
“Listen, I’ve had a bad fucking day. All I want is to sit down in peace and have a beer. So, unless you want to end up as rabbit stew, I suggest you hop on back to your side of the fence.”
There was a horrified gasp and something small and dirty launched itself at his legs. He gaped at the short person currently smacking his thigh.
Then the kid drew back and kicked him in the shin making him hiss in pain.
“What the fuck!” He picked him up, holding the boy out in front of him as he tried to wriggle free.
He was filthy. His hair was filled with leaves and sticks. His face was more dirt than skin and his clothes were coated with even more mud.
Enraged brown eyes glared up at him. “Put me down!”
“You gonna keep hitting me?” Sav asked.
“You were gonna eat Cinnabun! You’re a big old ass-butt!”
“Well, first of all ass and butt are the same thing so you might want to work on your insults, kid. And secondly, I was only going to eat him if he didn’t get out of my way.”
“Oh my God!”
He grimaced. Great, just great. This damn rabbit had a lot to answer for.
Turning, he met the wide, brown eyes of his next-door neighbor. So much for avoiding her. All because of a damn rabbit and a scrappy kid.
His gaze took her in. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. She had big, brown eyes. Same as the kid. He’d heard them through the wall they shared. One of them, likely the child currently sitting on her hip and drooling, liked to wake up around three a.m. every morning.
How many kids did she have? And how old was she? She didn’t look that old, although she appeared tired with dark marks under her eyes, her cheeks sunken and pale.
The kid in her arms grabbed onto the top of her long, floral dress, which had buttons all the way down the front. It looked like it belonged on someone about fifty years old and thirty pounds heavier since it sat like a sack on her small frame.
She bit her lip nervously as she stared from the boy to him.
Oh right, he was still holding the scrapper up. That probably looked bad. Last thing he needed was her calling the cops, claiming he’d manhandled her kid.
“I know how this looks but I wasn’t hurting him.”
She still didn’t say anything.
“Here, I’ll put him down. No harm done.”
As soon as he set the kid down, he kicked him in the shin. In the exact same spot that he’d kicked him before.
Fucking hell.
That hurt.
He took in a sharp breath.
“Buster! No!” the woman scolded. “What are you doing? Why did you kick this . . . our . . . um, neighbor.”
“Because he said he was going to eat Cinnabun.”
“No, I wasn’t.” Fuck. All he wanted was a nice cool beer and to grill a steak. This day had already been completely shitty, he didn’t need this aggravation or a bruised shin to top it off.
“That’s what you said!” the boy cried.
How old was he? He was short. Maybe five? Sav didn’t exactly have a frame of reference, he didn’t know that many children.
“Kid, why would I want to eat that tiny rabbit when I have a perfectly good steak inside?”
“Steak? You eat meat?” The boy stared at him like he was Hannibal Lecter.
“Well, yeah.” What was wrong with eating meat?
“Buster,” the woman said gently. “Grab Cinnabun and come here.”
“But he killed a cow!”
Fuck. Why did he feel like a monster right now?
“I didn’t kill a cow, it was dead when I bought it from the supermarket. Lots of people eat meat.”
Fuck, what was he even saying? He didn’t know. He just wanted the kid with tears glistening in his big eyes to go away. And take the rabbit and his mother with him.
“Buster, come on. We’ve talked about this,” the woman said.
“I know. He still said he was gonna eat Cinnabun.”
“Yes . . . well . . .”
Great, she was staring at him now like he was a rabbit-killer as well.
He sighed. “It was just an expression. I was trying to get the rabbit to move away from my front door so I could go inside, drink some beer and eat my steak. I wasn’t going to actually eat it.”
“See, Buster? It was just a joke.”
“Why didn’t he start it with knock-knock?” Buster asked. “It’s not funny unless you say knock-knock first.”
“I know,” she said soothingly. “Can you grab Cinnabun? How did she get out of her cage, anyway?”
“I let her out. We were going explorin’, only he ran away.” The kid bent down and picked up the rabbit, holding him up. “Cinnabun, you know not to come over here. Especially now we know he likes to eat rabbits.”
“I don’t like to eat rabbits.”
How many times did he have to explain this?
Buster eyed him with suspicion.
He sighed.
“Come on, Buster. Head inside and take Cinnabun back to her cage,” the woman instructed gently. Instead of walking down to the end of their shared fence, Buster pushed his way through two broken boards. Sav would make sure he fixed those this weekend.
She brushed her hand down his hair as Buster walked past. Once he was gone, she turned back to Sav. Why he was still standing there, he didn’t know. But for some reason, he wanted to hear what she had to say.
“I’m really sorry that Buster bothered you.” Her eyes couldn’t meet his. She appeared nervous. Unsure. She hefted the baby up further on her hip. He kicked out his chubby legs.
For some ridiculous reason, Sav felt the urge to offer to take the baby. But that was just stupid.
He grunted in reply, unsure what to say.
Walk away.
He was really unused to dealing with women anymore. Sure, most of his friends now had women, but that was different. They belonged to his Iron Shadows brothers. Besides, they knew about him. His past.
This woman knew nothing about him. Shouldn’t she be running away from him? Sav knew he was intimidating. And she was scared, he could see her trembling from here. Yet, she stood her ground, talking to him.
“Buster really loves animals. I’ll explain to him again that you really didn’t mean it when you said you’d eat Cinnabun.”
Why did she look so suspicious? Did he seem like a pet rabbit killer?
Hell, maybe he did.
“Just make sure the rabbit doesn’t come over here again,” he said grumpily.
Her face seemed to pale further and she nodded frantically. “I will. I’ll make sure. Promise.”
He sighed. “I’m not going to hurt it if it does, it’s just not safe for it to wander around in this neighborhood. Or for Buster to either.”
She bit her lip. “You’re right. I-I’ll keep a closer eye on them both. I promise.”
Great, now she seemed to think he was criticizing her.
Just walk away. End this ridiculous conversation.
“Uh, I’m Livvy, by the way. Nice to meet you!”
Really? He didn’t believe her, but he nodded then unlocked his door. He’d installed his own padlock as soon as he’d moved in. The locks the landlord had put in were shit.
He wondered if Livvy had proper locks on her doors.
Fuck.
This is why he steered clear of people. He didn’t need to be worrying over a stranger. Even if she did live next door. And had kids. And looked like a stiff wind would push her over.
Not. His. Business.
* * *
Livvy shut the front door then leaned back against it, her legs shaking.
“Shit,” she muttered.
“Livvy said shit, Livvy said!” Buster crowed. “That’s a dime in the swear jar.
Double shit.
Why had she started that darn swear jar in the first place?
Oh yeah, because Buster’s teacher had heard him swearing on the playground and contacted her. She didn’t swear that often, but he’d heard his father screaming those words at her the last he came for a ‘visit.’
Fucking Dale.
Asshole.
The swear jar had done a great job of curbing Buster’s swearing since he didn’t want to lose the small amount of money he’d been given for his birthday.
She moved Wyatt over to her other hip. She swore he got heavier every day. Which was a good thing, but Wyatt liked being held. All the time.
She wasn’t sure if it was due to her sister’s death. Or if all six-month-olds went through a similar clingy stage.
But her back was really starting to feel it.
“Deep breaths, Livvy. Deep breaths.” She could feel the weight of all her issues pressing down on her. She just had to remember to breathe. To put one foot in front of the other.
“You can get a dime from my purse,” she told Buster.
She watched as he carried Cinnabun into the tiny kitchen that shared a wall with the duplex next door.
Where he lived.
Her tattooed, gorgeous, grumpy neighbor.
It’s nice to meet you?
She groaned. Had she really said that? What was she thinking? Was it even true? He’d threatened to eat Cinnabun. Okay, so she believed him when he said he didn’t mean it. Still, he wasn’t exactly friendly.
He’d held Buster up in the air like he weighed nothing. It wouldn’t have taken much for him to throw him against the house. To hurt him.
But he hadn’t.
What would she have done if he’d attempted to hurt Buster?
Gone psycho bitch on his ass, that’s what. With her nasty Kung-Fu fighter skills.
You’re a dreamer, Livvy.
“What’s going on? Why do you look so pale, Livvy? Are you all right?”
She glanced over at Ethan who sat in the living room. He was the oldest of her nephews. He stared up at her in concern, setting his book to one side. Eight going on forty, he was always so worried. So serious. Sometimes she wished he was more like Buster. More impetuous. More like a child and less like he thought he had to take care of the world.
“I was just meeting the next-door neighbor,” she explained as Buster walked back into the room and popped a dime into the swear jar. Once the jar was full, they were all going to vote on something fun to do.
“He threatened to eat Cinnabun!” Buster said indignantly.
“He didn’t mean it, Buster,” she said gently. She attempted to put Wyatt down in his playpen, but he whimpered, clinging to her tighter. So she sat with him on the sofa, sighing as her feet and back screamed in relief. It had been a long day already. And she still had to make the boys dinner and get them into bed.
“What? He threatened to eat Cinnabun?” Ethan sat up straighter, his face filling with anger. “Do I need to talk to him?”
“No, Ethan, I have it handled, sweetheart. You go back to doing your homework. Buster, can you go put Cinnabun away, please? And don’t let him out in the yard again.”
“I won’t. I don’t want that guy eating him.”
“He won’t eat him. But it’s probably better we don’t bother him.” He was a better neighbor than their last one who’d have parties every night, then complain when Wyatt woke him up crying.
