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Danny’s grin widens, he loves tauntingie of Uncle Spike He’s broad, he’s covered in tattoos, he’s got messy blonde hair and eyes that are as yellow as Aunty Ciara’s Darew up and becaetting wo little brat

"Skye, honey," he purrs "I’d love to, but I’ o "Don’t flatter yourself"

He turns and follows me as I walk back into the clubhouse, in search forthis afternoon, but he’s been busy doing shit for Uncle Jackson I walk up to Jackson’s door and I knock a few times

"Yeah?" I hear someone bark

"Club business," Danny breathes intome to shiver I hate him Hate "You know you ain’t allowed in there, Tiny"

He’s called e, and he’s always found this arin, shoving the door open

I step in and seearound the desk, talking They look up when I walk in and ot on there, Tiny?"

Did I mention the nickna me," I remind him

"Danny, can you take her? We are busy," Uncle Spike says, staring at his son

"No!" I protest, crossing my arms "I love you Uncle Spike, but your son is an asshole"

They all burst out laughing and Uncle Spike stands, co his arht you how to fight a irl, if he gives you hell, you kick hiht where it hurts"

Danny snorts behind lare at hi me My friends are there and he’s"