Page 103 of Daddy Sees Snakes

The moment I open the door, Iris is on my side.

She's sitting there, staring at me, her eyes wide.

"Get out," I hiss.

"Dad, you can't be serious," Allegra yells, but Iris has already unbuckled her belt.

"What's going on?" she asks, her voice soft and sweet.

"Get out. Now. And, come with me," I hiss, pointing to the club.

"Fine. But, please, don't yell at her," Iris whispers, getting out.

"I'm not making any promises," I hiss, and before the words are out of my mouth, Iris is in front of me.

"Viper, please. She's your daughter," she whispers, glancing at my daughter.

"Iris, get inside. Now. Or, so help me God, I'll drag you inside. And, I won't be gentle," I growl as I slam the passenger door closed. "Wait here."

"Fine," Allegra sighs, and as Iris walks inside, her hips swaying, all I can think about is how good it would feel to spank her ass.

"Fuck," I mutter, and the second Iris is inside, I'm right behind her. When the doors close, she's staring at me.

"You're scaring me, Viper," she says.

"I'm sorry," I sigh, and the look of relief on her face makes me feel a lot better. "It's been a long day. A long week. Month. Fuck, it's been a long year."

"What's going on? Where are we going?" she asks, and the way she's staring at me makes me want to pull her into my arms.

"Come with me," I mutter.

"No. Talk to me, Viper. What's wrong? Please," she pleads.

"Please, baby. Just follow me," I say.

"But, why? Viper, I'm not comfortable with this. It's too much. What's wrong? Please," Iris asks, and the fear in her eyes is palpable.

"It's okay, baby. I'm not going to hurt you. Or, touch you," I say, and when I reach for her hand, she flinches. "Fuck, baby. I'm sorry. So, so sorry."

"It's fine. Just...tell me what's going on." She looks at me with discomfort.

"I hate that you were here without me," I say.

"What? Why?"

"I know the kind of men who come here. You could have been put in a bad position. You and Allegra. You could have been hurt," I mutter.

"But, I wasn't."

"Baby, that's not the point," I hiss, and when a small smile appears on her lips, my chest feels warm.

"You know you don't have to worry about me so damn much, right? I can take care of myself." The tone of her voice is a lot less shaky.

"That's not how it works, baby," I sigh.

"How does it work then?"

"I'll worry about you as much as I damn well want. You're my girl," I say.

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