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didn’t see the coffee until it was too late. Tate poured the semi-hot coffee over his crotch. Gasping, he stood worried about his crown jewels.
    “What the fuck, Tate?” Picking up the nearest cloth he tried to clean away the wetness from his dick. She could have seriously burnt him.
    She stormed off, and he saw her getting a jacket on. “Come on then. Let’s go and see dearest daddy, shall we?” Tate asked.
    Tate was out the door. Cursing, Murphy ran after her, trying his best to keep up as she charged downstairs and out of the building. She was stood next to his bike with her arms folded.
    “You’re not in the right mind to be making this decision,” he said.
    “Fuck you. You’ve not been a Skull for a long time. You don’t know me. You’ll never know me.”
    Seeing no point in arguing, he straddled his bike and waited for her to do the same. Handing her his helmet, Murphy waited for her to wear it. It was his helmet, but he’d ride without it for her safety.
    Gunning the engine, once her arms were wrapped around his waist, Murphy worked his way back to the club. The rain was light , and he got to the club without a problem. By the time he parked the bike, Tate was off and inside the club. He heard the shouting within minutes.
    “You’re my daughter. Don’t you fucking talk to me like that,” Tiny said.
    “You were just fucking a woman my age. I don’t give a fuck if I’m your daughter or not!”
    Heading inside, he saw Tiny stood next to his office with his jeans open and the door shut.
    Hardy and Rose were sat in the far corner watching, along with Angel and Lash. The others were gathered around the room watching what was happening. Murphy noticed Killer, Whizz, and Time watching as well.
    “What happens at the club is none of your business.”
    “Then deal with me not being part of the club. I can’t believe you. You’ve got a fucking minion looking out for me.”
    She pointed toward him. Murphy was insulted by her new title for him. Minion? He was no fucking minion.
    “Tate, you’re behaving like a spoilt little bitch.”
    “ I don’t give a fuck. I moved out. I don’t need you anymore, and you can’t handle that. I’ve got a job, and you’re without a daughter.”
    “Eva is at home for you. What about her feelings?” Tiny asked.
    “She’s there because you’re too much of a fucking pussy to do something about it. You should let her go find another job, but no, you’ve got her waiting at home for you while you’re fucking everything in sight.” There was no stopping Tate in her flow. He saw Tiny was tense as she hit home with what she was saying. “Eva deserves a man who’ll be there for her and won’t fuck everything with a hole. She deserves the kind of man Mom had. The man you no longer are.”
    Deadly silence settled over the club. Tiny’s emotions shut down.
    “What the fuck did you say?” Tiny asked.
    Murphy had never seen his president hit a woman , but from the look in his eyes that could all change.
    “Fuck you. Fuck the club . And if you were a decent man you’d let Eva go.” Tate turned on her heel looking at all the club. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
    “I’ll cut you off, Tate.”
    “Do it. The further I’m away from this club and you the better I’ll be.” She turned at the last minute. “Oh, Tiny, I’ll be letting Eva know the truth. This is the last woman’s life you ruin.”
    She slammed the door closed. It was the first time she’d not called Tiny, Dad. Tiny was clearly in shock. In the next instant, Tiny slammed his fist against the wall. “Get her home safely,” Tiny said, through gritted teeth.
    Murphy watched as he pointed at Killer and ordered him to sort the woman out in his office.
    “Get rid of the bitch . I don’t care what you do, just get her out.”
    He headed outside to see Angel talking with Tate. Lash was stood smoking a cigarette watching the interplay.
    “Tate won’t let me near her. She doesn’t want anything