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Biker's Baby Girl

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But I was beginning to think there was something else going on here other than an innate shyness on her part. Not my Jessie, not my babygirl. I would’ve endured any kind of hell to see that she never suffered any of the shit I’d seen.

I hope to fuck that it’s just her sweet shyness and nothing more, but whether it was or not, I didn’t want her to be one of those timid types who were afraid of their own shadow. Whatever had happened before today I will deal with, but she was no one’s victim, I wouldn’t let her be.

I’d done everything I could over the years to foster her independence. I paid for extra shit that the aunt said she was interested in to try to break her out of that shell, but I couldn’t see where it had helped much. That got me to thinking now that I wasn’t such a blind ass.

“How’s your karate class coming?” She looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language and I could feel the blood starting to burn under my skin.

“What karate lessons?” She had a befuddled look on her face and I cleared my throat and tried for peace. If there’s one thing I hate it’s being made to look like a fool, and right now I was feeling like the world’s biggest ass.

If it wasn’t for her and my need to get her as far away from Sal the fuck as possible, I would go back there and finish what I started. “Did you take ballet or piano or anything like that outside of your regular classes?”

Those are all the things I’d been told in the almost three years since I saw her that she was suddenly interested in. Of course I never thought to ask her until now.

Though I’d looked forward to those calls I’d always kept them short and Dee was usually hovering somewhere in the background.

I knew she was going to say no before she started shaking her head at me and was already in motion. That was the last fucking straw, this bitch was either crazy or fuck stupid. Either way she was beyond fucked.

I held up my finger for silence, before dragging on my pants and heading towards the door. I didn’t want to do this in front of her and I wasn’t in the mood to wait. I hit speed dial and was answered almost immediately.

“Jason, I need a solid. I need you to look up Dee Reynolds and Sal Jones in Dorset. I want all their financial information down to the penny. Call me back as soon as you’ve got something.”

My next call was to her old home. That call was answered in pretty much the same haste but for different reasons I’m sure. Jason would know that a call from me on his secure line at this time was serious business. These two I’m sure were waiting up in case I came back for their ass.

“By my reckoning you owe me quite a few grand for the past few years of bullshit classes that she never took. I’m going to give you exactly one day to have my fucking money or I’m gonna break your fucking neck.”

“What money? We’ve had the care of her for almost nine years and…”

“And I paid you for her upkeep and then some. What the fuck did you do with my money?” I was getting more heated by the minute.

Not only because she’d ripped me off, but because all this time I’d been thinking my girl was getting a wide and varied education, while all the while this bitch was doing who the fuck knows with my money.

My phone beeped while I was on with her. “You would be wise to have my shit when I get there, and if you even think about running this shit will be ten times worse you lying bitch.”

I switched over to Jason because other than strangling her ass, which was impossible at this very minute, I had fuck else to say to her.

“What you got for me?”

“They have a shitload of crap bro, but no real cash to speak of. I found about twelve grand in cash, which I can move you just say the word. ”

“I want it all, down to the house they live in now, all that should be left is the clothes on their backs and nothing else, not even a bus ticket.” I hung up the phone and went back inside with a heavy heart.

I’d fucked up; there was no other way to look at it. I could pass the blame but I don’t believe in lying to myself. How the fuck had they got the drop on me though? That shit hurt. Not that they’d hoodwinked me, but that they’d hurt her in the process. My babygirl: fuck.



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