“You think that makeshift security nonsense I put up around the house last night was going to stop anyone? But you also notice how I wasn’t worried?”
Tim does nothing.
“Your block is crawling with Fed’s right now. They get a whiff of any license plate or person that doesn’t own property here or have passed through here recently and they’re pulling them over and having a word with them, a very deep conversation at that.”
“This is…”
“The adventure you said you were always looking for. Those books on the mafia that you had when we were kids? The ones you said would always be cool to experience? You’re welcome.”
I stand, my erection had finally subsided, and I stroll into the kitchen. “Coffee anyone?”
I look over my shoulder to see Tim look at Gabriella, who just raises her arms in disbelief.
Tim’s phone rings and after a few short replies he says exactly what I predict. “The Feds want another statement…from all of us.”
“After coffee,” I say, firing up the Bialetti.
“You can’t tell the Feds to wait.”
“We’re holding all the cards here, Tim. And they know we’re not going anywhere…they’ve got guys surrounding the house, have since last night. Remember?”
Tim just stands there in complete and utter disbelief.
“I thought a little adventure could help you get past your wife running away. Did it work?”
Still, nothing and I realize I’m being too much of a smart ass, not that I care right now.
“With sugar or without?” I ask, holding up a coffee mug that says ‘World’s Best Dad.’
Where can I find one that says, ‘World’s Best Daddy’? Because now my requirements here are done, that’s what I’m devoting all my time to doing…for my little girl.
But it’s clear from Tim’s expression that I can’t break this news out now. After all the planning that went into this, he’ll think I planned what’s happened in such a short period of time with his daughter, and that’s the furthest from the truth.
But when we do sit down and have an honest conversation I’m going to have to break it to him, that she’s never going to be further than an arm’s length from me for the rest of her days.
She’s mine.
7
Gabriella
I spend the rest of my day at the police station talking to Feds, explaining how I wound up in a strip club, how I was solicited for sex and everything else that transpired. Surreal.
Of course, I leave out the most important part…the ‘why’. And the
answer, is, of course, him.
I thought I was in control here, or at least I was starting to get some, but after Gio’s mic drop reveal earlier today I have no idea what to think. All I know is this is as crazy as some of the reveals I’ve read in the Lena Little stories on my Kindle. And to think…I thought I was just reading steamy romance and stumbled upon an actual plot. Well done, girl. You’re definitely a one-click buy for me from now into eternity.
An eternity is exactly how long I want to be Gio’s little girl, having spent more time learning about it after I got home. It’s like I finally understand who I am. There was always this feeling, but now it’s been replaced with a knowing and I know we’re the perfect match.
But what I don’t know is why there are footsteps creaking outside my bedroom door at seventeen minutes after one in the morning right now.
Slowly the door opens and the moonlight from the window reflects on his big frame, only covered by the black boxer briefs which cover his obvious need.
He moves into my room, and I don’t even try and pretend I’m asleep…or clothed. I’ve been thinking about him all night, despite the long day we all had.
Slowly he shuts the door so it doesn’t make a sound, and then moves closer to my bed.