Page 49 of Daddy's Heart

She took in a deep breath and moved down to the carpet like he told her. Once she was settled and her hands were folded in her lap, he sat on the couch, pulling her phone from his back pocket.

His thick finger scrolled through her messages, and she could see his expression darkening with each swipe. She chewed on the silicone in her mouth, her nerves ramping up.

“Don’t chew, Sammy, suck. You wanted to keep silent about all these things, so now you can. Keep quiet and suck on your pacifier like a good girl.” He flicked his gaze away from her phone, holding it steady on her until she went back to suckling the damn thing. Tingles ran over her body at his glare, zapping straight to her pussy. Her heart knew she was in trouble, knew she’d disappointed her Daddy, but her body recognized the authority in his eyes and wanted his touch.

It was hard being his little girl.

He returned his attention to her phone, leaving her to watch him in silence. If she could just explain, get a few words in, maybe he’d understand.

“What panties are you wearing today?”

She started to talk, but he held up his finger. “Show me.” He twirled his finger.

Fire erupted on her cheeks. Apparently, he wasn’t ready to hear her voice yet. She scooted to her knees and turned around to show him the panties.

He huffed. “Daddy’s Good Girl? I think not. Take them off.”

Her chest ached at the heavy disappointment in his words, but she did what he said and slid the satin panties over her hips and shimmied her legs out of them. She tossed them onto the pile of her other items and went back to sitting for him.

After several long minutes dragged by, he let out a hard breath and slid the phone onto the coffee table. Setting his gaze on her, he bit his tongue, letting the very tip stick out of his lips.

She tried to hold his gaze, but regret sank into her. She could have told him. Should have told him.

“Randall is your ex-boyfriend, right?” he asked, but held up a finger when she tried to answer. “Just nod.”

She frowned behind the pacifier and gave a small nod.

“He’s involved with some really bad people and you overheard his plans for a robbery, then later testified at his trial?”

She nodded again.

“He was sentenced, but now he’s out. Your brother and Anderson—I assume he’s a friend?”

Another positive reaction.

“They are keeping an eye on the situation there, but they wanted you to take precautions here. Like tell the person you’re staying with.” His voice dipped at the end.

She blinked, letting a tear slip down her cheek as she responded again.

“And you didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to get hurt. Is that right?”

She moved her gaze down to her lap after she nodded.

“There’s a call on your phone, while we were at Gallant Domination. Lasted just under five minutes.” He reached over to her and plucked out the pacifier. “Tell me.”

She licked her lips. “It was Randall.”

His jaw tightened. “Go on.”

“He said to stay away from Indiana and not to answer any questions about him. Not to talk about him at all. He’s trying to get his conviction overturned.” She answered readily, holding nothing back.

“Why? If he’s out on parole?”

She shrugged. “He wouldn’t really answer that. I think it’s because if he’s on parole, he has to follow rules about traveling outside the state. And he has family in Michigan, near Detroit. He might want to go there.”

“Have you been asked to go back to Indiana to testify? I didn’t see anything here about it, but if Randall called to tell you to stay away, I assume he’s concerned for a reason.”

“Anderson, he’s Paul friend and my attorney. He said it’s possible, but so far, nothing’s been determined.”

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