Butcher
“Did you see Lia take that guy out on the stage?” Bear asked as we sat at the bar watching the fighting wrap up. I shook my head as people clapped each other on shoulders, and some of the girls hugged, like they weren’t just at each other's throats. Sipping my beer I looked at Bear.
“Yeah. She may be little, and she may be an innocent young woman, but she’s got spunk. If I had daughters, I would hope they would be like the three girls I consider my own. Cassie, Becs, and Lia would make any man proud to be their papa.”
“I am proud to be Cassie’s and Becca’s papa,” said a deep accented voice behind me.
I turned, and there stood a man that in the last four years, has become as close to me as a brother.
“Roberto, I didn’t know you were here,” I said, happy to see him.
“No on
