Page 6 of Mack Daddy

Mack

She gave me an explanation but still avoided the answer I was looking for, so now my mind races with possible scenarios, none of which don’t wind up with me behind bars.

After I made her come undone in the kitchen, I had to have a shower and worked my dick hard until I came twice. That girl is everything I ever wanted in a wife, yet she’s broken on the inside, so I can’t just take her to bed and fuck her brains out. I have to show her I care, that I want more than sex. And it will all start with her telling me what sent her running in that damn storm yesterday afternoon.

I’m in the garage, working with Mikey this morning. My apprentice is a smart, hard-working guy, but if I catch him trying to sneak another glimpse of my girl again, I’m going to shove these fucking spark plugs into his eyeballs.

“Mikey!” I snap, and he jumps, banging his head on the hood of the car we’re working on. “Pay attention.” He already knows everything we’re going through, but his mind is wandering too much for my liking.

“Sorry, boss,” he grumbles while rubbing the sore spot on his head and getting back to work.

I understand his distraction. Emma’s lyrical laughter keeps me on my toes as she sits with Amy behind the front desk and learns how to answer the phones and take messages. I’ve gathered from her conversation that she’s an heiress to a small fortune, but I’m unsure where the money comes from.

For a minute this morning, as she told me about her youth, I was concerned I couldn’t provide her with the life she deserves, but she seemed more down to earth, preferring to live life on her own terms. Which was why her stepmother pushing men onto her was so shocking. Aside from swimming, she also enjoys equestrian sports—barrel racing is her favorite.

Now, I sense the simple life I lead is one she’s looking for. I’m not wealthy in the sense that I own a mansion or could up and quit my job and be settled forever, but I earn enough in profits that I can take her on fancy trips once or twice a year and ensure she has access to the things she likes and still wine and dine her.

The jingle of the front door goes off a second after silence blankets the office, so it catches my attention, and I pause working as I listen to voices mumble and slowly begin to rise. “I’ll be right back,” I tell Mikey. He ignores me and continues to work.

Grabbing a fresh rag from one of the bins by the door leading into the office, I wipe my hands and face and frown when I see Emma ducked down behind the desk, hiding underneath it. I don’t say a word, though, as an older couple close to my age interrogates Amy.

“Her car is here. You must know where she is,” the man growls, and I begin to get the picture here.

“Can I help you folks?” I lay on some charm because, eventually, they’ll be in my life, and I don’t want to make things harder for Emma than it has to be.

“Yes.” He turns to me. “My daughter’s car is here, and she”—he points to Amy, who has her arms crossed and a stubborn look on her face—“won’t tell me where my daughter is.”

Moving behind the desk, I stand in front of Emma, who quickly clings to my leg. “Well, sir, that could be because we don’t know.” I’m generally not one to play dumb, but for this, I will.

“Where’s the owner?” The woman finally speaks, though it’s more a demand.

“That’d be me. Mack Maynard at your service.” I grin while offering a hand, knowing neither will take it with the current grease stains.

The woman sneers but quickly covers it up. “We’re looking for our daughter; you must know where she is.” She leans forward, giving us a clear view of her cleavage as she rests her arms on top of the counter.

“I’m sorry, but once a customer leaves their vehicle with us, we don’t keep track of their whereabouts. What they do outside this building isn’t our business.” It’s the truth. The most I ask for is a phone number to contact them.

“She’s a child!” the man shouts, and I feel Emma flinch. I want to argue that she isn’t, but then there will be more questions, and Emma obviously isn’t ready to speak to them.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we can’t help you.” I remain calm when all I want to demand is what the hell they’re thinking setting her up with men twice her age—incredibly aware of how much older than her I am, as well.

Steam practically billows from his ears at this news. “Then I’m having her car taken somewhere else.”

I’m already shaking my head, no. “Sorry, no can do. Not without her consent.”

He huffs and puffs a few times before he has a lightbulb moment and says, “Then call her. When she left, she must have given her number.”

Grabbing the clipboard containing the check-ins, Amy had written down Emma’s name and car make and model this morning, but no number. “Sorry, sir, looks like she didn’t leave one.” I offer him a quick enough glance that he can see I’m being truthful.

“Fucking useless. It’s places like this that give mechanics a bad reputation,” he spits out.

“That’s your opinion.” I won’t back down from this ass just because he’s Emma’s dad. “If there’s nothing else, we have a busy day and don’t have time to track down your missing daughter for you.” The hit stings as his nostrils flare with contempt before they storm out.

Emma sags against my leg, but I wait to move until I see them peel out of my parking lot in their fancy Bentley. Glancing down at the woman on the floor, I raise a brow in question until I notice tears in her eyes. There is way more going on here than she’s told me, and it’s time I put my foot down and demand complete answers to the questions I have.

Holding out a hand for her, Emma takes it and follows behind me to my office, where I close and lock the door. Leading her to my desk, I pick her up and put her on the surface while towering over her slight frame.

“Time to start talking, sweet girl.” Her bottom lip trembles as her eyes water. “Daddy can’t help if I don’t have all the information.” She nods and takes a fortifying breath before gripping the front of my shirt and spilling her guts.

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