Page 27 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

She’s riveting.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I see two texts from Lincoln.

I can’t find Evelyn, he wrote.

And then, She’s not answering her texts.

I write back, She probably can’t hear her phone. She’s at Vice with me.

What the fuck? She’s off limits. She’s family.

Not to me, she isn’t.

There’s a pause while he writes something else, and then the words pop up on my screen: Tell me you didn’t take her to Low Vice or I swear, Swann, I will end you.

I laugh, looking back out at Evie and the rhythmic way her body moves to the music. I hadn’t considered taking her to Low Vice, but now that Link brought it up…nah. I meant my promise to myself that I wouldn’t fuck her tonight. Besides, Low Vice won’t let her in if she’s intoxicated.

It’s fun messing with Link, though, so I write back, Just being here seems to have unlocked several new kinks for her.

He doesn’t respond.

The bartender takes my order and gives me a couple of drinks. A light beer for me, because I’ll be driving us back to Mark’s, and “something fruity” as Evie requested.

When the song ends, she thanks her partner and races back to me, a giant grin on her face. “That was so much fun!”

“Better than drinking by yourself at home?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

She sticks her tongue out at me. “Maybe.”

“Little brat.” I laugh.

We finish our drinks. She sets hers down, tugs on my hand. “Dance with me?”

“I’m not as good at it as Lincoln, or that other guy.”

“I don’t care. Want you to dance with me.”

Her eyes are bright—the buzz that must have faded during the car ride over is back, full force.

“Of course, doll.”

There’s another buzz on my phone, so I look at Link’s latest text. If you took her to LV, I’m coming to take her home.

What a fucking killjoy. “Just a second, Evie,” I say.

She waits while I text Lincoln back.

We’re not at LV, relax. She needed to get drunk and have fun. I’ll get her home safely. And untouched.

Good.

Fucking dictator, that’s what he is. Frowning, I type, Just so you know, when she’s sober, I fully plan on pursuing her, so get used to the idea.

No response, and Evie’s waiting for me.

Pocketing my phone again, I say, “Let’s dance, baby doll.”

I barely have time to say the words before she’s dragging me out to the floor.

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