Daddy's Boss
“You’re a lady, Lori. Never forget who you are. Be yourself.”
Running her hand through her hair, she breathed a little easier. She missed her mom so much. It always pained her to know that her father had survived while her poor mother had died. It was one of the reasons she’d never forgive the bastard.
If it hadn’t been for her mother’s dying wish, she’d have killed him herself a long time ago.
After all, she had already killed once.
Chapter Four
The weeks blended together, and even though Dawg knew he was pushing himself to his limit, he didn’t stop, nor did he take what wasn’t freely offered. Each day, he got up and had breakfast, rarely sharing it with Lori. It depended on how early she decided she needed to leave his home. He’d watch her go, and he saw the shadows beneath her eyes.
She wanted him.
He saw it with how she turned to him just slightly whenever he touched her. There were also the telltale signs in her eyes. The way they dilated, and the need that stared up at him. It made him ache, and he wanted her. It would be so easy to take her, to show her exactly what she wanted, but that wasn’t what would happen.
Even though his dick was ready to burst, he refused to make the first move.
He could wait.
Lori already had a low opinion of him, and he wasn’t about to make her think anything less of him. Not now.
He was so close to winning her over, and he refused to screw anything else up. While she worked, he took care of business.
It had been a slow couple of weeks, but he knew that would turn. Whenever everything seemed to be running smoothly, that was when something went wrong. He wanted to keep a close eye on it, and he also wanted to find out what skeletons were in Lori’s closet, which was why three weeks after taking her, he entered the brothel where he had Sean working.
They’d broken his hand, and one part of his face was slowly repairing.
Pulling him down to the basement, his brother shoved Sean into the seat and stood back.
Straddling the chair, Dawg stared at the father of the woman who had completely captured him.
“I have nothing more to give,” Sean said.
They both knew the amount of money this fucker had taken. Most people would have been killed, or he’d have all of their family working for him.
“I want information,” he said.
“What?”
“That’s right. I want information about your daughter.”
Sean’s face went even paler, and again, Dawg knew that he was onto something. Glancing at his brother, he saw the raised brow. Paul thought he was going crazy. That he didn’t know a good woman when he saw one.
“I’ve got nothing to say.”
“Something happened to Lori, Sean. I want to know what. There’s no police report, no incidents ever recorded. Nothing. She made a point of saying that she didn’t want your blood on her hands. Whose blood does she have?”
Sean shook his head.
Dawg was growing bored of being made to wait, so he grabbed his gun.
“I’m guessing there’s no love lost between you and Lori. She can’t stand you, and she hasn’t once asked if you’re okay, or what has happened to you. I could kill you and I don’t even think she’d cry at your funeral.” He prepared the gun and pointed it at him.
“I promised,” Sean said.
“What?”
“My wife asked me for many things. She wanted me to be a good husband, a loving father, and I fucked up. I treated her like shit, but she said if anything was to ever happen to her, I was to take care of Lori. My little girl.” There was a sob in Sean’s voice.
“Tell me what the fuck happened.”
Sean shook his head. “I … I told her I wouldn’t tell anyone. That she didn’t have to be afraid.”
“I’m not the police, Sean. I’m not going to hurt Lori.”
“You know what, this is boring, and I want to know the answer.” Paul grabbed a crowbar, and lifting it over his head, he slammed it down on Sean’s hand.
Sean screamed, pulling away.
The chair flung back as Paul raised the bar once again and slammed it on Sean’s foot. The sound was sickening and echoed off the walls.
“She killed someone!” Sean screamed the words, and Paul was about to bring the bar down as Sean confessed.
“Who?”
“The night her mother died. I’d gotten into debt with some bad people. I’d had threats before, but I figured my family was safe. A sort of honor, but … they went to my home, and my wife was there, waiting for me. She was always waiting. The men I owed money to sent one man to my home as a warning. He … attacked her. Lori came home to find him … raping her mother, who was already dying at that point.” Sean stopped, and Dawg saw the pain in his eyes. “I kept weapons around the house just in case. Knives, bats, guns. Lori didn’t know how to use either. I don’t know what she saw. I only knew that when I got home, one man was dead and Lori was covered in blood, holding my dead wife, her mother.” Sean sobbed through the pain.