Accidental Daddy

By Rye Hart

Kara Boyer

Kara spends her days and nights caring for a drunk father. She dreams of breaking free but instead of living her dream she's hurled into a nightmare when her father mysteriously disappears leaving his problems and the debt behind.

His problems become Kara's and they literally come knocking on her door.

The Irish mafia can't find her father.

They'll take her instead.

Declan O'Shea

Declan's ex shows up unannounced and drops off a surprise baby at his door step.

He needs to care for his son and is forced to go to his brother for help.

The man wants to pull Declan back into the family drug ring he left long ago.

Declan dreadfully agrees to one job - little does he know the job requires kidnapping an innocent girl.

He has no desire to hurt her, and instead wants to help her. He needs to find a way to protect both Kara and his baby boy.

It will take a miracle – but he will walk through hell trying.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rye Hart
• Release date: Sep 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393356561

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Accidental Daddy

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ROCK HARD HOTTIES

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Rock Hard Boss | Rock Hard Fake Groom | Rock Hard Prince Charming

STEAMY REVERSE HAREMS

Sin City Baby | 5 Bikers for Valentines | 6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas |

Her Best Men | Christmas With the McCormick Brothers

BILLIONAIRE BAD BOYS

Single Dad’s Spring Break | Hustler | 69th Street Bad Boys | Filthy Daddy

HOT SINGLE DADDIES

Cuff Me Daddy | Accidental Daddy | Naughty but Nice | Going Deep

SEXY SECOND CHANCES

One More Time | Bad Seed | Family Night | Forbidden Touch |

Hot Bastard Next Door | Heart on Fire | Luca’s Return |

Top Dog | The Longest Rodeo

ALL ABOUT THE BABIES

Baby Contract | Baby Wanted | Dom’s Secret Baby

STRICTLY TABOO

Two Weeks of Sin | Taboo Lovers | Step Daddy Desires |

The Better Brother | My Hot Stepbrother

Kara Boyer

Kara spends her days and nights caring for a drunk father. She dreams of breaking free but instead of living her dream she’s hurled into a nightmare when her father mysteriously disappears leaving his problems and the debt behind.

His problems become Kara’s and they literally come knocking on her door.

The Irish mafia can't find her father.

They’ll take her instead.

Declan O'Shea

Declan’s ex shows up unannounced and drops off a surprise baby at his door step.

He needs to care for his son and is forced to go to his brother for help.

The man wants to pull Declan back into the family drug ring he left long ago.

Declan dreadfully agrees to one job - little does he know the job requires kidnapping an innocent girl.

He has no desire to hurt her, and instead wants to help her. He needs to find a way to protect both Kara and his baby boy.

It will take a miracle – but he will walk through hell trying.

Chapter One

Declan

Bloody good fight man, Seth said as he high-fived me.

Bloody is right, I said.

I grabbed a towel that sat on a stool nearby and wiped down my face. The white towel came back with dark crimson smears.

Bastard almost got me, I said.

Almost, Seth said. But he didn't.

Seth was my best friend – or as close to a best friend as I'd ever had. He was also my manager, if you could call it that. Booking fights, getting my name out there, all that jazz – Seth took care of that end of things for me. He had a day job too, but we both kept working hard and hoping my fighting skills would eventually lead to a big paycheck for both of us one day.

Nah, but he put up a good fight. Better than I thought he would, I said.

I grabbed a bottle of water, yanked the top off and guzzled it down. I reveled in the cool refreshing feel of the water as it slid down my throat. I was going to need something a little stronger soon though. Something like a good whiskey, if for no other reason, then to numb the pain in my face.

As I lowered the bottle, my eyes fell on the big guy behind the bar. Tommy Jenkins was a big man with arms large and corded with enough muscle that he could probably bench press everyone there. But, he never stepped foot in the ring. Nah, he stayed behind the scenes, coordinating things and making money without having to take a beating to do it. Smart man. He was staring at the ring, along with everyone else in the bar, as two new fighters hopped in took my place.

Come on, Seth said. Let's get paid, then let's get shitfaced.

Tommy pulled out an envelope as we walked up and handed it over to Seth. My pseudo-manager counted it out on the bar. The bartender's eyes narrowed as my friend, who was barely a third of Tommy's size, finished his tally and shook his head.

Nah, man, this ain't right, Seth said. The winner was supposed to get a grand, Tommy. This is only eight hundred bucks.

The purse to the winner is now eight hundred, Tommy said. Want more money? Fight more often.

You can't go changing the rules like that, man, Seth said as he gathered up the bills and tucked them away in the envelope, pocketing it. We agreed to a grand if my man, Declan, won. He won. You shorted us two hundred bucks, Tommy.

Rodrigo didn't show up. We need another fighter, he said. Take that fight, and I'll give you the two hundred I owe you – plus a thousand more.

Seth side-eyed me. My nose was still bloody, my face hurt like hell, but I could see the question in his eyes – could I fight again? Probably, but that wasn't the point of all this. He turned away, maybe sensing my reluctance to climb into the ring for a second time that night.

We agreed to a thousand, nothing about a second fight, Seth said, his voice going lower.

You can take the deal, or you leave it. I really don't give a fuck, Tommy said.

He shrugged and turned his attention back to the two fighters in the ring.

No. This is bullshit, I snapped, deciding to step in and help my friend out, The deal was for a thousand. One fight with my name on the ticket. You know I bring in the fans, Tommy. You know you make a shitload of money when I fight. Come on, man. You don't want to do this over two hundred bucks.

I knew this whole episode wasn't really about the two hundred bucks. Tommy was testing us. If we settled for two hundred less this time, next time, it would be three hundred . If we let him serve us a shit sandwich now and ate it with a smile, he'd serve us a bigger helping next time. If we set the precedent that we could be pushed around now, we'd have no choice but to take it when it came up again.

Well, we weren't about to take it this time. That was bullshit. I wasn't about to do another fight. Not one I didn't agree to beforehand. That's not the way I operated.

Eight hundred bucks. Take it or leave it, Tommy said, motioning for two guys who were as big, if not bigger than him and said, If you want to argue the issue further, I'll be in my office.

Tommy didn't spare us another look as he took off toward the back room, the bouncers following behind, both of them keeping an eye on us. Seth snarled and lunged forward, but I grabbed his shirt and held him back.

Hey, man, I said. Don't be stupid.

What do you mean – Seth stammered.

He bit off his words, his eyes growing wide as he stared at somebody behind me. I had no idea who was back there, but the look on his face said it all – whoever was behind me was a lot scarier  than the three meatheads who'd just screwed us out of our rightfully earned money.

That sense of dread in me only deepened when he silently mouthed the words, Oh shit.

Declan.

The familiar voice that spoke up from behind me sent a cold shiver sliding up my spine. It was a soft, feminine voice, but one that caused me to cringe and the knots in my stomach to constrict, regardless. I turned and came face-to-face with Crystal – my ex-girlfriend. I quickly noticed that she wasn't alone either. In her arms, she carried a small bundle in a blanket.

A baby.

Her hair was now bleached an almost platinum blonde, that had a slight orange tinge to it. It was fried and frizzy, her face thinner, her body gaunt, and her eyes darker than I remembered. She didn't look good, not in the least. Crystal, long time, I said, gritting my teeth.

My eyes never left the bundle in her arms, and my heart raced as I did the math in my head, trying to work out whether or not my worst fear was about to come true.

I didn't think I'd see you again, I said.

Yeah, me neither, she said, adjusting the child, who couldn't be more than two months old. But I can't do this anymore.

Do what?

Can we have a moment alone please?

Her eyes flicked over to Seth and the scowl on her face deepened. Whatever she had to say to me was weighing on her, I could tell. But, at least she had the decency to not blurt our private business out for God and everyone to hear. Sure, Seth said, patting me hard on the back. I'll be at the bar.

Crystal waited until he was just out of hearing distance and then turned to me. It was only then it occurred to me – the bar was no place for a baby. How in the hell had she gotten in there with a baby? Though, figuring out the answer to that question was the least of my current concerns.

I motioned for her to follow me, and we walked toward the exit. I threw the door open and we stepped outside. The air outside was still mild, not too hot and not too cold. It was one of those perfect evenings that sat between winter and summer that Chicago rarely saw. I was grateful for that, since the baby had nothing but a light blue blanket wrapped around his little frame.

What do you want, Crystal? I asked, avoiding asking about the baby elephant in the room.

Crystal walked out on me in the middle of the night almost a year ago. No note. No text. No nothing. After she left, she never returned my calls or anything. She'd just ghosted my ass. It was like she'd disappeared without a trace.

After living together for four months, I thought she'd at least give me some reason for walking out like she had. Help me understand what it was I'd done – or not done. But, nope. She'd just up and packed her bags, took everything she owned – along with a few things that weren't hers – and she was gone. Just like that.

Now, like a zombie back from the grave, she stood before me – scowl on her face and a baby that may or may not be mine, in her arms. God help me, it wasn't mine – was it? A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach told me I already knew the answer. I can't do this anymore, Declan, she said again, tears sliding down her cheeks. I can't be a mother. I don't have it in me. That's never been my thing.

Oh yeah, I get that, Crystal. So, who's the father? I asked, and my body stiffened as I waited for a response.

You know the answer to that already, Declan, she whispered, a small, sad smile playing at her lips. I only ever slept with you.

And I would know that how? You didn’t exactly leave me with a very good reason to trust you, now did you?

A dark look passed through her eyes and her face twisted up into a look of pain as she was assaulted by the memories of our shared history.

I'm sorry, it's just – well, I left because I wasn't sure how you'd handle the pregnancy, she said. I didn't want to keep it. I'd actually planned on giving it up for adoption. And now, well, I realize the right thing to do is let you know about your son.

A lump formed in my throat I had a hard time swallowing down. My son?

Yes, his name is Jack, Crystal said.

She pulled the blanket back, uncovering the small, soft, round face of the child. There was a tuft of red hair on his head, and when I saw it, I knew, he had to be mine.

I have a son, I said, speaking the words slowly and carefully, as if trying to convince myself it was true.

All my life, I never imagined myself ever having kids. Mainly because I wasn't sure I'd actually live long enough to experience such a thing. Being a fighter meant I put my body through so much, I just expected that one of these days, it would kill me. Every time I stepped into the ring, I was