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Janie stared at him in shock. This was the first time he had verbalized that Eleanor was his daughter. Sure, it wasn’t blood related but that didn’t matter. She could see the love he had towards her daughter.

“Go on. Turn around and let Hardy check you out,” Daddy said.

She sighed, turned around and let Hardy check her out. “I really don’t need this. Nothing happened to me.”

“If my Little girl was in the same situation, I would have her checked out. Honestly, I would probably take her to the ER,” Hardy said. “Listen to your Daddy.” He took a step back and looked at Daddy who was behind her. “Everything looks to be okay. If you see any bruises don’t be alarmed. If she starts to feel weird, take her to the ER. It wouldn’t hurt.”

“Thank you, Hardy,” Daddy said. “Come by the club sometime.”

Hardy nodded his head and walked off. Janie turned around to Daddy. “Can we go home?”

“I actually need to get your statement in a second,” a police officer said. “Can you wait a couple of minutes while we get your ex-husband in the car?”

She sighed but nodded. This was proving to be exhausting as the time went on. How much longer was she going to have to be here?

Daddy pulled his phone out and called someone. “Rogan?”

Her ears perked up. Why was he calling Rogan? She had briefly heard about him from Monroe and Hedda and they made him seem scary.

“Can you take care of someone for me? He’s probably going to be going to jail,” Daddy said. “Yeah, he threatened and held a gun on my woman and my daughter.”

She watched as Daddy listened to Rogan on the phone. What was he saying? Did Daddy mean dead by taking care of?

“Donald is his name. Her ex-husband,” Daddy quietly said. “Thank you.” He hung up and gave her a smile. “Come to Daddy. Lean on me as we wait for the police officer to come back.”

Janie opened her mouth, wanting to ask him about his phone call.

“Don’t. You probably have already guessed what is going to happen. Just come lean on Daddy while we wait. Let me take care of you.”

And that was what she did.

CHAPTER FORTY

JANIE

They were currently on their way home from the grocery store. It had taken over 30 minutes for the police to gather her statement. It was a long 30 minutes and she didn't know how she would have done it without Daddy there.

She had leaned on him both physically and mentally during the whole thing. He was her rock like he said he was going to be. There was no doubt about that and she loved it. While she loved being independent and strong, It was nice to not have to be that way for once.

“How are you doing, Pinky?” He asked.

She slowly looked towards him and shrugged her shoulders. She was kind of in a daze right now. Trying to wrap her mind around everything that had happened and she honestly didn't know if she wanted to do that.

It made her think about all the possibilities of both of them being taken away from her. She could have lost Eleanor when Donald threw her to the ground and she could have lost Daddy when he stepped in front of her. What was he thinking when he did that?

“Why did you jump in front of me?” She whispered, not answering his question. Sure, she thought that it was to keep her safe but he could have gotten hurt. Donald had a gun and it didn't seem like he was afraid to use it.

“Because you and Eleanor are my world. Seeing that gun pointed towards you and then Eleanor broke my heart. I never want that to happen again and it won’t if I have my way,” Daddy said. “And if we're ever in a situation like that again, I will be jumping in front of you again. You will not jump in front of me.”

“You can't do that. I don't know what I would do if I lost you.”

“And I don't know what I would do if I lost you. We're both in the same predicament but when it comes down to it, I will always protect you and Eleanor first. No ifs, ands, or butts. It's going to work that way and if you don't listen and we get home, your bottom will be red.”

She nodded her head but she didn't like it. Maybe sometime in the future they could talk about it more so that he wasn't the only one. She didn't feel like it was fair for him to protect both of them in any dangerous situation.

“Now, how are you doing?” He asked. “Feeling shaky, tired, hungry, nauseous, thirsty?”

“Shaky,” she whispered. “I'm trying to process everything but at the same time I don't want to.”

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