My little virgin queen explodes on my face, giving me everything her pussy makes as she releases completely. I extend my tongue like a red carpet, her juices sliding right down my throat. Swallowing hard to make sure I don’t drip a drop, I squeeze her ass even harder, tilting her hips like a bowl while Daddy drinks in her warm, tasty, wetness.
“Oh my, God. Oh my, God, Oh my, God,” she coughs in-between attempts to catch her breath.
My heart is slamming into my chest just as hard, like a piston on a Lamborghini that’s redlining.
Suddenly there’s a loud knock on the door.
“What the hell’s going on in there? Why are the cameras disabled? Open up, you little tramp.”
I ease Gabriella off my lap, fuming with rage.
“It’s the club owner.”
“The one who wanted you to…?” I can’t even say the words.
She nods, confirming all I need to know.
“Get dressed. Now.”
She reaches for her panties, but they’re torn. I take them from her, balling them up and bringing them to my nose where I sniff them hard, my eyes rolling back in my head before I ram them into my pocket. “Nobody calls my baby girl a tramp,” I snarl, before kissing her hard.
I grab the handle of the door, only now realizing how flimsy it actually is. Not bothering to unlock it I yank it free from the lock, the door breaking free from its hinges as I see a scared bitch standing in front of me.
“What I was saying, sir,” he trembles.
“Was nothing,” I finish his sentence for him and then finish his night, with a right cross right across the bridge of his nose, blood spurting everywhere.
I reach for my baby girl’s hand, ready to guide her over this cazzo, but instead, I scoop her up, remembering she doesn’t have panties on and doesn’t need to be exposed to any of the other customers, who are luckily focused on what’s happening on the main stage.
I try and move quickly toward the front door so I can get Gabriella out of here without her dad seeing, but it’s too late. He catches sight of us and his chin drops to the floor. I motion him over, knowing he needs to come with us now before the bouncers find out what happened and all hell breaks loose.
“What’s going on?” Tim asks, staring at Gabriella.
“She went trick or treating and got lost. Now let’s go,” I say, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him into the front of a taxi, leaving the back for me and his daughter.
After what she just saw, the violence I needed to dish out, she needs to know I’m here for her, to hold her tight.
“So we meet again,” A voice over my shoulder cuts through the crisp night air, just as I’m carefully helping her into the cab.
I turn and see the prick from the waste management place earlier today.
“And so I’m not interested again,” I say, about to step into the cab.
“You know, Mr. Gallo,” he begins with a shit-eating grin, proud that he knows my last name. “There’s a price to pay for taking the girls out of my club.”
“Oh yeah?” I question, cracking my knuckles and stretching out my arms. “And there’s a price to pay for being a human trafficking scumbag,” I throw right back at him before I throw a haymaker right into his ugly face.
He goes down like a ton of bricks, and I just stare at his single security guard. “What the fuck you gonna do?”
He takes a step back and raises his hands before saying something into a microphone headset.
“That’s what I thought,” I add, before sliding into the cab. “Drive,” I command, and we’re gone into the night, but all the problems I thought were gone, left back in Italy, are surely about to come right back.
But I’ll be prepared because nothing will stop me from keeping her safe. Nothing…because she’s mine.
6
Giovanni