Page 29 of Protector

“What the fuck?” King shouts, and I turn my head, refusing to look over at him so he can see how desperate I am. How crushed.

“You stay out of it,” he says to King, pointing a finger at him.

I hear them argue a little more, but I’ve stopped listening when Puck kneels down next to me, gathering me in his arms and holding my cheeks in his palms, wiping away my tears.

I try to focus on him, but my dad’s words have me reeling my head back around.

“Look at you. Are you whoring yourself out like your mother?”

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother like that!” King spits, but Daddy carries on.

“No wonder you’re always around these boys. If I’d known how willing you were for it, I’d have offered you up for some clients myself.”

And with that, chaos erupts.

King shouts and curses, a fist flying into Dad’s jaw. Puck has left my side and has tried to grab him around the collar, joining in with King’s shouts.

Dax helps me to my feet, checking if I’m okay, but I let out a small scream when Daddy hits King right on the cheek, knocking him off balance, and then drawing out a gun from behind him and turning it onto Puck.

Puck steps back, his hands raised in surrender, looking closely at the gun.

“Daddy, don’t!” I cry, and Dax holds me back whilst I struggle, wanting to run to Puck. Wanting to put myself between him and my daddy’s gun.

King steps a little closer to me, standing in front like a shield, blocking me from whatever might come next.

“If I find out that you’re touching her, I’ll make sure I put her to better use. Do you understand?”

Puck stays silent for a few seconds, the gun still aimed at his head, and eventually he nods. Lowering the weapon, Daddy looks at King, his eyes never wavering from his like he’s having a conversation only they know about, before he turns his back to walk away.

Dax’s grip loosens, and I go to run for Puck, but King puts an arm out, stopping me.

“King?” I question, but he just looks at Puck, his arm keeping me stuck behind him.

“What’s he talking about?” he asks him, and my eyes widen as Puck’s narrows.

“Excuse me?” Puck asks in retaliation, and King steps forwards a little.

“What is going on between the two of you?” King asks coldly, looking back at me before back on Puck.

“King, this is ridiculous. Daddy is a liar. Puck hasn’t touched me.”

“I’ve kissed her,” Puck interrupts, and King’s head whips in his direction.

Once again, my cheeks heat.

“The fuck?”

“Enough with the language, King,” I mutter, completely embarrassed by this whole ordeal.

“She is fourteen!” he shouts towards Puck, and I almost laugh at the irony of me saying those words earlier.

“I said I kissed her, man. I haven’t touched her like that.”

“Like what?” King questions, and the ridiculousness of the situation has me pulling my hair out.

“King, Daddy had a gun pointed at Puck, and you’re bleeding. Do you really think now is a good time to go all big brother on me. I’m not a kid.”

“Yes, you are,” he replies back, his eyes slamming to mine.

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