Page 53 of Líadan's Code

I have no idea how shitty or over the top tonight could go.

Leaving my lipstick in the room, I step out to walk to the living room where the man of the hour is.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready,” I tell him as I stride in.

His jaw drops as he stands slowly, gazing at me.

“What are you wearing, child?” he gasps. Ha, funny how now I’m a child. Wonderful. “What happened to the pretty dress I had sent to the house?”

“I don’t have fond memories of the last time you sent me a dress, Daddy. Forgive me if I decided to look dangerous instead of cute,” I tell him, motioning to the door. “We should go, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, these rooms connect. We need to bring Jordan with us,” he grunts, leading the way.

Brendan was told that he needed to hold the fort while we were gone, but jumped on a commercial flight and arrived a few hours after us. Daddy didn’t tell anyone else that his enforcer was staying behind, so Brendan will be able to sneak into the club and pretend to be working as he watches over everything.

Shit, so much could go wrong, but I don’t have time to think about that. Jordan is wearing a suit that’s perfectly tailored to his body, making my mouth water. He’s gorgeous and distinguished in joggers and a T-shirt. However, in a suit, my pussy is already wet as I gaze at him.

Jordan winks at me before pulling up the stony gaze that works so well for him when my father glances at him as he steps out of his room.

“Time waits for no man,” Daddy grumbles as we leave.

The drive to the club is quiet as our driver cruises through the busy streets of New York City. Daddy could never do anything as simple as take a taxi to the club, but as he rarely visits this city because of his hatred of it and enemies, we take extra precautions.

Bruin is waiting when we arrive, opening the door to forcefully pull me out of the vehicle. Fuck, I can’t wait to kill this damn brute.

“I hope I’ll get to fuck and destroy you at the end of this party the way I did last time. You were such a good girl for me as you screamed,” he growls in my ear before pushing me away.

He’s a big reason why I can’t handle being called a good girl. The air in my body freezes in my lungs, and has nothing to do with how cold it is here.

“Líadan, there are people waiting for us,” Daddy barks, and it’s enough to push back the black spots of panic playing in the periphery of my eyesight.

A hand presses against my back, and I take a step forward as I gasp in a breath. There’s no sound as I take sips of air until I can keep from falling over in these ridiculous sky high heels.

“You’re doing great, Princess,” Jordan whispers, matching me step for step. “Whatever that was, you’re safe now. Those ghosts can’t hurt you now.”

My back straightens at his words, the weight and warmth of his hand on my spine begins to ground me in the present. There’s not a therapist alive that can handle my trauma, but I’m slowly finding my way.

The doorman opens the door for us, and I step through it into the carefully lit hallway. It has floor recessed lighting to give the veneer of privacy as Daddy parades me up the main walkway, introducing me to people as he greets them.

I keep my gaze on their faces, ignoring the men and women slurping cock as their owners chat as if nothing is amiss.

“Líadan,” a woman purrs as she reaches out and squeezes my hand. She says it in a way that drips sex, but I don’t recognize her.

Could she have been in the room on my seventeenth birthday? Maybe, but the agreement between my father and all the participants stated that they’d never speak of it again. Not even to me.

“Hello,” I murmur, waiting for an introduction.

“My, your father has been hiding you away, hasn’t he?” she sighs, her gaze on my breasts. “It’s such a shame, we could have so much fun.”

Almost apologetically, I pull my hand away as Daddy clears his throat.

“Meredith, my daughter will never be on the menu for sexual play,” he rumbles. “We will have women for your pleasure soon enough. It looks like you weren’t able to bring your pets?”

“No, unfortunately not,” she sighs, the Irish brogue more noticeable in that moment. “It appears that the red tape for bringing your sex slave into the United States is insurmountable.”

Imagine that.

“Such a pity,” I murmur as I move on with Daddy. He sent Jordan away while I slog through these introductions, and while it’s for the best, I still find myself missing his touch.

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