Daddy's Adorable Assassin (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“Adorable?”

I nodded.

“Does it bother you? Should I not use it again?”

“No, I like it when you say it. Very much.”

He smiled. “Good. Have you ever had pizza?”

I pulled a face. “Bad calorie food.”

“I take that as a no.”

“Mother said it would ruin my figure.”

He poked at my side and chuckled. “You barely have a figure.”

“Thank you.” I beamed a smile at him. “I loved being Mother’s doll. She would make me wear the prettiest dresses and put on makeup, but when I got too big, she no longer wanted me. I’d like to be a doll again.”

“You’re a strange boy, Cosmo.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all. The first night at my place, I’ll buy you a pizza, and no worrying about calories. You’re not allowed.”

“But it’s—”

“Are you arguing with Daddy?”

My heart skipped a beat. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Pizza it is.”

“Good.” His phone vibrated, and he peered at it. “I have to take this call, and then I have an errand to run, but I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He sighed. “That’s going to take some getting used to. I’ll be back.”

Hunter left without petting my head, but I didn’t feel too disappointed. He’d agreed to be my Daddy. There would be plenty of time to let him know what I liked and how I liked it. Mother and Virgil might not have been good people, but not everything they’d done to me was bad. They’d helped me to discover things I liked, even if they were strange, as Hunter called it.

I listened to some songs on the tablet and watched YouTube videos I hadn’t been allowed to do before. I couldn’t get enough of this new world. Time flew past, and when my eyes started to droop, I napped.

A nurse woke me when it was time to take my medicine. They treated me kindly here. They smiled and always asked if I was okay.

A knock on the door pulled me from the singing competition I was watching. The door opened.

Governor Roffe came in.

For months I’d tried to find out everything I could about Governor Roffe, and I’d been relieved I looked nothing like the man. His complexion was darker, olive brown, while mine was pale. He was a stocky man with a round face and a sharp jaw. Dressed in a formal suit and tie, he presented the image of the incorruptible politician. Until I’d come along and disturbed his perfectly aligned world and his quest to make it to the Senate one day.

“Well, if it’s not my dear dad, come to check up on his bastard child.”

His face turned red, and his lips tightened. “We had a deal. This topic is off-limits. You do not talk about it ever with anyone.”

“What are you here for, then?”

“To see that you keep your end of the bargain. You keep your filthy lies—”

“They’re hardly lies, Governor Roffe, or you wouldn’t have come to my rescue.”