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Nodding her head, she leaned her head back on his chest and relaxed in his embrace. She didn’t know what to think about talking to a professional. Would it do her any good? Daddy seemed to think so, so maybe she should.

“Ready to go home?” Daddy asked.

“Yep,” she replied.

Home. She liked the sound of that. Monroe didn’t think she’d ever felt like she had a home, but Daddy’s house was starting to feel like home to her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MICHAEL

Everything in Michael wanted to push his Little Bunny to give up a name. When he found this person, he was going to destroy them.

He had always considered himself a calm and peaceful person, and many people had said the same thing. But if someone hurt a person he loved, all bets were off the table.

A man had hurt Monroe, his Little Bunny, for years and could have killed her. He didn’t like the thought of the guy still alive and out in the world.

Michael didn’t like the fear he saw in Monroe’s eyes when she told him she couldn't…wouldn'ttell him anything about the man. She was absolutely terrified of this person.

He tried to imagine who the person might be, but it was hard. The guy was powerful, but a lot of people were powerful. Could he be in the mafia? Police? MC? A politician? Mayor? President?

Michael didn’t like this one bit. Monroe had almost slipped up and said his name, but she stopped. He knew the first name but not Jared’s last name, but what was he going to do? Charge out of there and question every single man whose name was Jared? That was, he admitted, not the most practical or efficient way to go about things. He had thought about asking what her last name was, but she would know immediately what he was trying to do.

Would she come up in the news? Had the man reported her as missing or was he keeping it quiet?

“Daddy!” she yelled. “Are you coming? Mr. Wiggle and Bunster are getting impatient!”

He couldn’t help but smile. Mr. Wiggle and Bunster were not getting impatient. His Little Bunny was.

Oh, when she was Little, she came out of her shell. It was amazing to see and he cherished every second.

“Daddddyyyyyy,” she yelled again.

“Coming, Little Bunny. Give Daddy one second to get you a drink,” he replied. “And remember, inside voices. You know that. Next time you yell, you’ll be over my lap before you can blink.”

Monroe wasn’t far from him at all. He had set up a tea party in the living room because Monroe wanted one and he couldn't tell her no. With her wide puppy dog eyes when she looked up at him, she made him want to do anything for her.

She had him wrapped around her pinky finger and thankfully, he didn't think she realized that yet. His Little Bunny could ask for anything and he would have a hard time saying no to her.

Quickly grabbing her drink, he made his way into the living room and tried to figure out how to sit down in one of the small, uncomfortable chairs.

She had insisted they use the small chairs he had in the nursery for the tea party. He tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't have it so here they were.

"Sit, sit, sit." She bounced up and down in her chair.

“Patience, Little Bunny. Daddy is far too big for this chair, so he has to sit down slowly," he told her as he lowered his large body. "I don't want to break the chair if I sit down too fast."

Monroe giggled at that and he wondered what exactly she was thinking.

"What's so funny, Little Bunny?" he asked.

"You bwaking the chaiw!" she giggled again. “Like in the story of the Thwee Beaws!”

He didn't think it would be funny if he broke the chair and fell, but he had no doubt her mind was creating this whole funny scenario and he wasn't about to stop her from thinking it. He loved to hear her giggle.

"Would Princess Monroe like some tea?" he asked in a British accent.

Her eyes went wide and she looked at him like he’d just done the most amazing thing ever.

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