Page 4 of His Dark Desire

My daughter. Gabriella. God, she’s so fucking sweet and pure. She's an angel compared to my darkness. She's the purest good that I could have ever imagined. It's taken a long fucking time for us to forge the relationship that we have now. She hated me when she was a teenager, and I couldn't blame her. I kept my distance as much as possible, sure I provided for her and her mom but that was it. I let my fucking wife get between my child and I and that's not fucking happening again. Not fucking ever. So, when shit was going down with Gabby's best friend and I knew that my daughter was mixed up in it, I brought her here to Denver, needing to keep her close and make sure that she's safe.

Since she's been here our fractured relationship has slowly, but surely, been repaired. She very rarely comes to my home, not wanting to be around my fucking wife. In the past twenty-odd years my hatred for Christina has grown to an all-time high, she's still the same selfish bitch that she's always been but at least she's not interfering with my relationship with Gabby.

I walk out of my office, knowing that if my daughter's here it's because of something serious. I give her a smile as I take her in, she looks pale, she doesn't look well, not to mention Christina is glaring at her. Christ, the woman doesn't fucking stop. I direct her to my office and she takes a seat, she's holding herself together, her arms wrapped around her stomach and she's breathing deeply.

What the fuck happened?

I close the door. I've had my office sound proofed, to ensure Christina can't overhear important information. When I'm in my office alone, I keep my door open, hence how I knew that Christina had called me.

“Hey, Gab, is everything okay?” I ask.

The second my words leave my mouth she begins to sob. Her body wracks with sobs as the tears tumble down her face.

“I messed up,” she breathes. “I made a huge mistake, Dad. I need your help.”

I'm instantly on my haunches as I frame her face with my hands. “Talk to me, sweetheart. What happened?”

She's still trembling, gasping for air, I give her a moment, letting her get her thoughts together. “I’m pregnant, Dad,” she whispers.

That wasn't something I had expected her to say, I inhale sharply, fuck. She's pregnant. My little girl is having a baby.

“I'm not gonna tell you who the father is. But I cannot stay in Denver anymore. I just don't want him to know about the baby.”

I get to my feet, expelling a deep breath. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, I know my daughter, she makes rash decisions when she's emotional but usually she does what's best for her.

“It's all I've thought about all morning. Dad, he's in the same world you are. I can't put my baby through what I went through with you. Being second best, hurts. Knowing that no matter what happens, I will never come first… I want my baby to have an amazing life. I want him or her to be happy and feel loved,” she says softly, she's still crying, her tears cascading down her face. “I don’t want them to feel the way I did. Unloved. So yes, I am sure.”

I narrow my eyes at her words. Christ, I fucked up. I've fucked up so fucking much. I've made her feel this way. There's nothing I can ever do to make up for all the wrongs that I've done. I should have been a better dad, I should have fucked Christina off a long time ago, had I done, maybe Gabby wouldn't feel like she has to run away.

“I need some way to build a life, Dad. I need to be able to live happily with my baby without having to worry about yours or my baby's father's enemies coming for me.” She gives me a soft wonky smile. “I know you've done a great job keeping me hidden from everyone, but that's only gonna last for so long. I need to be out of Denver.”

I nod instantly. “Whatever you want, Gabby. I'm here for you, no matter what. Find a place, tell me what you want, and we'll get it done.” She's my daughter, I'll do whatever the fuck it takes to make her feel safe and secure.

Gabby is my greatest accomplishment in life. She's everything that I could have ever wished for and so fucking much more. Being her dad is my greatest pride. I'm fucking lucky to have her in my life and I know that I have a lot to make up for. I've put my empire before her, I've made her feel as though she doesn't matter due to the mistakes that I've made. I want her to be happy and I want my grandchild to feel the same.

We spend the next hour or so going through the plan of what's going to happen when she leaves. Her resolve is clear to hear, this is what she wants and I'm not going to argue with her. It fucking guts me when she chooses to go to Indianapolis. I've been away from her for the majority of her life, she's lived in the UK and then Spain. I finally have her with me and she's leaving again. I don't want to have a part-time relationship with her anymore. I'm in for the long haul, she's alone in this country, her mom still lives in Spain as does her best friend. Right now, she's only got me and I'm not going to lose her. No fucking way.

I've spoken to a realtor in Indianapolis after browsing the houses online. Gabby's eyes lit up when she found the one she liked. Right now, my offer has been accepted and within minutes it was off the market. My daughter has a home and I know she'll be happy there. I just wish it weren't so fucking far away.

"Are you okay?" I ask, watching her carefully, thankfully she's no longer pale nor is she shaking.

“I know my existence hasn’t been easy for you. It's caused you a lot of heartache, especially with your wife, and it's caused you a lot of fear that one day your enemies would uncover our relationship," she says softly, giving me one of her sweet smiles. “We started off rocky, Dad, we really did, but we’ve worked through everything, and I can honestly say you are the best man I know.”

Christ, what the fuck did I do right in this world to deserve someone so fucking pure as Gabby?

“I love you, Dad, and I’m so thankful you’re here with me. I couldn't ask for a better person to help.”

I pull her into my embrace, and she begins to cry once again. I've made so many fucking mistakes. I've let her down time and time again. Not anymore. I'm not going to do it again. I'm going to be with her every fucking step of the way, just as I should have been from the moment she was born.

“No matter what, Gabby, I'm always gonna be here for you,” I promise her, giving her a bright smile.

I want her to know that she's not alone. Not anymore.

“You're gonna be a grandpa,” she breathes, her eyes bright with happiness.

Christ, that's right. It's not just Gabby that I need to be here for but my grandchild too. “Oh, my God. I'm going to be a granddad,” I say with pride. “I promise you now, Gabby, I’m going straight.”

She freezes in my arms, but I continue to speak.

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