Chapter Twenty
I’m leaning against the living room wall watching them stare at each other.
Richter’s looking at his sister like he’s seeing her for the first time, and it makes me snicker.
“You look so pretty in that, Sky,” he tells her shyly.
“Thanks,” she replies with a smile as a blush creeps across her cheeks.
I roll my eyes.
They can do this lovey-dovey shit later.
“I’ve prepped you both enough on how to get each other hard and wet respectively,” I begin as I push off the wall. “But the only way you’re going to be able to carry on the family name is to start fucking.”
They both turn to look at me with startled expressions and I suck my teeth.
“What? You thought sucking his dick would get you pregnant? Maybe you’re still too young for this shit after all.”
“We’re not,” Richter replies hotly.
“Right,” I say sarcastically. “Anyway, that couch you’re standing in front of? It’s the same one where I learned what it truly means to be a Greene. It’s where your grandmother and mother learned too. Only this time, I’m not going to interfere. I’m giving you to each other, but you have to promise me something.”
They exchange a look before turning their attention back to me.
“You keep this line going and you keep it pure. I think the reason all you bastards were so fucking defiant is because of Laura. But I’ve done my best to fix that and ever since your grandmother, it’s been Greene women only. Can you promise me that?” I ask as I cross my arms over my chest.
“I promise, Dad.”
It doesn’t surprise me that the boy is the first to answer. He wants to prove to me that he’s a man. One that’s fully capable of carrying on the Greene name and doing right by me.
“Okay, Daddy.”
My eyes flit toward the girl.
She seems a little more subdued and less sure than her brother.
Perhaps she thinks that one day I’ll turn my back or fold my hand on this life, and she’ll be able to do whatever the fuck she wants.
But as long as he’s on my side, I know she won’t get too far.
With a nod, I walk over to them and look down at Skylar.
I push her hair behind her ears, straighten Taylee’s veil on her head, then lean down and press my lips against hers.
It’s customary for the father of a bride to be able to give her away, and that’s one tradition I don’t want to break.
Not when it’s something as important as this.
I put a hand on either side of her face, and when I pull away from her, she has tears in her eyes.
It has nothing to do with love and everything to do with me touching her.
This girl never loved me, and she never will.
Giving her a gentle enough shove to push her onto the couch, I drop to one knee in front of her and slip a hand up Taylee’s tunic.
I smirk when I brush my fingers against her panties, because even with all of the hate she has for me, she still gets wet for her Daddy.