Please, Daddy (Jackson Family 2)

She just flashed him a sweet smile before she left the office. He sighed, leaning his head back on his chair. “I swear, she lives to annoy the shit out of me sometimes.”

I rolled my eyes. “Like hell,” I retorted. “She bows down to you.”

He laughed. “Wait until you’re around a little longer, man. You’ll quickly see the roles are reversed.” He leaned forward. “You want me to do a check on Juliana?”

I shook my head. “No. Not yet. Give me some time with her first, see if I can’t figure out what in the hell is going on.” He nodded, respecting my decision though I could tell he didn’t like it. “Also, text me the attorney’s number. I need a contract drawn up.”

James rolled back in his chair and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a card and handing it to me. “All of Mr. Kellum’s information is on that card.”

I scowled at my older brother as I stood up from the chair that I’d been sitting in. “I said a text, dumbfuck.”

James grinned. “Wouldn’t be me if I didn’t annoy the shit out of you.” I rolled my eyes. “Welcome home, Darren.”

Shaking my head, I left the office, going up to my room to go check on my woman. When I got upstairs, she was asleep, her body curled into a ball beneath the blankets, hugging my pillow to her chest. I smiled, leaning on my doorframe, just staring at her.

She was a fucking beautiful as hell sight to behold.

I knew I’d told her I would take her out today, but it was obvious she needed rest, and I wanted to make sure she had what she needed first. I could just text Emmaline and get her to bring Juliana more clothes and shit until I could take her shopping tomorrow.

Making a decision, I stepped out into the hall again, quietly shutting my door behind me as I called the attorney.

“Office of Kellum Law. This is Brandy speaking. How may I help you?”

“I need to speak to Mr. Kellum,” I told her.

“I’m sorry. He’s busy—”

I sighed in exasperation, forcing myself to remember that I’d been in prison the past ten years and that Brandy probably didn’t recognize my voice anymore.

“Brandy, this is Darren Jackson. Put me through to Mr. Kellum.”

She stammered. “O-of course, Mr. Jackson. My apologies. Congratulations on being released.”

With that, the sound of nature met my ears as she put me on hold. I smiled to myself. Sometimes, I really enjoyed the perks of being the brother to the American mafia don.

“Mr. Kellum speaking.”

“Mr. Kellum, this is Darren Jackson. I need you to draw up a contract between me and a submissive, Juliana Rodriguez,” I told him, miraculously remembering her last name from her contract with the club. “I’ll call you later with more details, but I figured you could go ahead and get the basics going.”

“Of course, Mr. Jackson. I look forward to hearing from you.”

I hung up the phone, not bothering to say anything else. I walked back into my room and toed off my shoes, locking my door behind me.

Then, I crawled into bed behind Juliana. She tensed up for a moment, coming awake. I brushed my lips to the top of her head, wrapping my arms securely around her. “You’re safe, little girl. Daddy’s got you,” I assured her, not even thinking about my words before I spoke them.

She relaxed into my embrace, her eyes falling shut again.

Daddy’s got you.

I drew in a deep breath, calming my racing heart because I knew I was in deep.

My little girl was going to belong to me forever.