Many years have passed since Hope took down her biggest enemy almost killing herself in the process, but she never expected them to survive.
She will protect her family no matter what, but at what cost?
Alliances will be formed and truths will be re...
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"Dad, for the love of god can you stop doing that and just order something, we both know you can't cook" I placed my book down and glanced at my dad.
He was stood next to the fridge with it wide open, tapping on the side trying to figure out what to make us. He always does this, and we always end up having a takeaway.
"Yeah you're right, fancy a Chinese?" He asked as he closed the fridge and walked over to the table to grab a menu.
"Do you even need to use that? Just ring up the place and mention your name, they know the order like the back of their hand by now"
"Are you calling me fat?" He looked over the menu trying to hide a grin.
"Did those words leave my mouth?"
My dad dramatically placed the menu on the table and put his hand on his hip sticking it out sassily, "you might not have said it but you thought it, gee Mila I think you hurt my feelings" he faked a sniffle.
"You know what they say, a moment on the lips, forever on the hips" I responded.
"You watch way too much friends"
I couldn't help but snicker, I love the relationship between me and my dad, he's practically my best friend. You wouldn't think he's a thirty-five-year-old man, not one bit of fat on him and still looks like a teenager apart from his stubble and odd wrinkle near his eyes.
Most people are scared of him, and to be honest he can be quite rude towards others. He only shows his soft side to me, my mum and uncle Callum. My dad, West Shaw owns a number of garages. He's one of the best mechanics in Manchester.
"You are such a drama queen, now let me read my book" I smiled at his childishness.
"You read too much" He took my book and hid it behind his back.
"And you moan too much, I thought I was the child and you were the parent?" He tossed my book behind him which ended up landing in the sink which unfortunately for me was full of water.
I jumped out of my chair and ran over to retrieve it quickly, but it was ruined. The pages were soaked and already falling apart. I spun around to face my dad who nervously scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.
"I'll buy you a new one, just please don't kill me"
"You are lucky I love you"
He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big squeeze before placing a quick kiss on my head.
"And I love you my little Dove"
That stupid nickname, well, it's my middle name and he is the only person who calls me it thankfully.
