Shaking his head he growls, “I was married to your mother. I fucked her. This obsession of yours is sick. I don’t want you so go find a boy your age.”
Narrowing my gaze at him I don’t give in, “If you don’t want me why were you moaning my name?”
He looks away as if looking at my face makes him sick, “You’re beautiful, Amira. I’d be a fool to not see that. I will never act on it. I’ll never touch you in that way.”
I can see he’s determined so I let it go. I have one more card to play and I will.
“Are we done here?”
He nods, “As long as we understand each other we are. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
Rolling my eyes I say, “Clearly. Just so you know I don’t need a dad. I did years ago but not anymore. Now, I need a daddy. If you don’t want me, fine. I accept that. I’ll find someone who doesn’t look at me like I’m worthless. Disgusting. I’m sorry for watching you. I promise it won’t happen again.”
* * *
Zade
Jesus fucking Christ. Is she that fucking delusional that she thinks I find her worthless or disgusting? I can’t tell her that my every fucking thought revolves around being buried inside that sweet cunt she’s offering up like it means nothing. If I’m awake I’m thinking about her. If I’m asleep I’m dreaming about her. I’ve never wanted a woman like this. Fucking needed her. But I can’t destroy her and I know I would. It’s not if, it’s when. Her threat to find another man? I’ll kill any bastard who even thinks about touching what’s mine.Jesus Christ, Zade. She’s not yours. Never can be.
A week ago I put a tracker on her phone because she started going out more. I’m not a psycho, I just need to know she’s safe. I’ll be watching her far more closely now. If I find her letting a man touch her, he’s dead. I’ll need a lawyer as skilled as myself. Maybe I’ll represent myself. I chuckle to myself because under normal circumstances that’s a really stupid fucking idea. I wouldn’t advise my enemy to defend himself, except Joe. I’d gladly watch that fuckface destroy himself with self-defense.
I get dressed and go to Amira’s bedroom but find it empty. Maybe she’s downstairs watching that show that’s not helping with sex on her brain. When I go downstairs she’s not there either so I pull up the app on my phone. I watch her little dot move across my screen. I don’t know where she’s going but I’ll keep watching until I know she’s safe. Eventually, it stops and I know where she is. Cyndi’s house. Instantly I relax and try to figure out how to deal with her. I can’t have her thinking I see her as disgusting. It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard but it doesn’t change her feelings. Her feeling like she’s worthless? That won’t do.
Three hours later I noticed her dot moving again. Again, I watch closely to see where she’s going. When it stops on Maverick Avenue, I clench my jaw.
“I’m going to fucking kill her.”
Immediately I call my buddy Sin as I head upstairs to get changed.
“Zade, my man, what’s good?”
I roll my eyes, “My ex-wife’s daughter is there. Amira. Tell me she isn’t doing something stupid.”
He laughs, “If she’s eighteen she’s legal.”
I shuffle into my dress pants, “Is she there?”
He says, “You know I’m not going to tell you that. If she’s eighteen, she’s legal. I won’t stop anything from happening. You know this.”
“Fucker,” I say as I disconnect the call and finish getting dressed. I’ve known that’s Sin’s rule since an acquaintance of ours found his little sister on the stage. But he’s my best friend, I was hoping my request would hold a little more weight. I was wrong.
If I find her there with a dick inside her, I’ll burn his fucking club to the ground. The rage battles inside me as I get to my truck and begin the drive that just might land my ass in prison. Well worth it if I protect Amira. I just hope I’m not too late. I look at the time and slam my fist on the steering wheel. The auction has likely already started.Don’t do it pretty girl.I’m out of my mind with insanity. She does this to me. Doesn’t fucking listen and makes me crazy.
ChapterTwelve
AMIRA
I changed my mind. This is the most important night of my life and I need help. After sneaking out I headed to Cyndi’s because I had no idea what I should wear or how to wear my makeup. At first, I thought I’d sign up for the virginity auction for the money. And the truth is I may need it if Zade kicks me out. There is zero doubt in my mind that he will know. While I haven’t said a word to him about it, I am aware of the tracker he put on my phone. He will know when I go to Den of Sin and I can only assume he will know why I’m there. Worst case scenario he tells me I have to move out and I take whatever I get and find an apartment. The best-case scenario is that he bids on me, wins, and takes what I want him to have. I pull up to Cyndi’s house, park, and grab my bag out of the back of my car before making my way up to her door.
Raising my hand to knock, she opens the door before I get a chance, “Slut!”
I roll my eyes at her, “Let’s get this over with.”
Following her inside she laughs, “Let’s see what you brought.”
I gently hand her the bag, sit on her tan leather couch, and wait for her onslaught of comments.
The first set of lingerie she pulls out is a white teddy.