Page 643 of The Tempted
I walked around the bed, pushing down the sting of his words and focusing on what I was there to do.
“That man preys on girls,” he rambled. “Brandon’s going to drop the charges on the guy and then we’re out of here. I’m taking my family and getting the fuck out of here before another kid becomes a victim.”
“Let’s get something straight, Boots doesn’t own you…. I do. And you’re not going anywhere until I say so, until I’m sure Blackie’s out and then I’ll decide what you can and cannot do, where you can and cannot go,” I growled.
“He’s already threatened my daughter twice,” he cried as I started for the door.
“Don’t like it do you? It’s not a good feeling when someone takes advantage of your girl is it?” I turned around and point my finger between his eyes. “Stay put or I’ll deliver your daughter to him myself.”
I glanced over at Brandon debating whether to acknowledge the poor slob in the bed, deaf and barely able to function. I decided to let it go---his mother would wipe his ass for a long while. Blackie took care of him and took care of him good.
I should probably thank him.
After I kick him in the balls.
I pulled the door open, and the mother lifted her head, wiped her tears and brushed past me as she ran into the room.
“Relax lady, they’re still breathing,” I called over my shoulder before turning to Wolf who followed her. I placed my hand against his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”
He looked at Lacey.
“We got the confession now it’s time to deliver the sentence,” he explained, staring back at me like I was half tanked. “Don’t sweat it, Bulldog, I’ll be quiet.”
“No need. Blackie gave the kid his sentence already,” I muttered, turning around to stare at my daughter leaning against the wall, holding her man’s ticket to freedom in her hand.
“Are you going to call the lawyer or should I?”
I walked over to her, took the pad from her hand and shoved it under my arm.
“I’ll handle it,” I insisted.
“Make sure,” she said, rising on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my cheek. She used to do that a lot when she was little. She also used to stand on my shoes and beg me to dance with her.
Yeah, I should’ve paid more attention to the younger years.
I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a slight squeeze before she pulled out of my arms and started down the hallway.
The older years sucked.
I watched her walk away and cleared my throat, pushing down the lump in my throat.
She’s not your little girl anymore,my maker taunted.
She’ll always be my little girl.
