I may have lost a father, but I gained two Daddies.

In 18 years, I haven't done anything right. I'm my father's daughter, through and through, and I know it.

I don't want that. I want to be something more. Something different. Better? Worse?

Being whisked off to a life of change as a favor to my father was another thing I never planned for. It wasn't a choice I could make, but one that was made for me. Made by men I knew only by reputation.

The Good and the Bad, the gentle and the unforgiving. The men my father hates are the same men I want.

I've never been daddy's little girl. I've never wanted it. But these men are making me change my mind.

Maybe I just never had the right Daddy?

Or maybe I just needed two?