Page 1 of Deadly Daddy

Chapter One

When looking at ThePlayPen from the outside, it appeared to be an uber exclusive country club for the wealthy. Only the patrons knew what really went on inside. From the swing sets to the rocking horses, coloring books and blocks. It was a haven for Littles. It was a hunting ground for daddies. No one knew that better than Kyson. Thankfully, Kyson also knew something even most members didn’t about the place. A huge part of the building was a home. Inside lived Kyson’s hero—the owner of The PlayPen: Banks Bosi.

Kyson watched Banks circle the living room, eyeing his work. He had pitched a tent for Kyson, filled with sleeping bags and pillows. There was a flashlight inside, in case Kyson got scared. People were either terrified of Banks for his temper or steered clear due to his drug addiction… or both. As the youngest son of the biggest weapons dealer on the west coast, they were right to fear him. He was tall and skinny, but muscular. Kysonliked staring at the way his forearms flexed. Those arms had saved him. That was why Kyson wasn’t afraid. The hands that had taken lives had beaten the man who hurt Kyson nearly to death. Then they had carried Kyson from the playroom to his home attached to the club. This was where Kyson had been ever since. Six months of healing. Quiet. The nightmares still came. Something inside him was still broken, but every day he saw Banks a little clearer. Each day, he wanted him a little more.

“There’re coloring books, activity books, music, blocks, cars, and games. Oh, and snacks.” Banks met his gaze. His dark brown eyes looked like home to Kyson. “Do you need anything else for your sleepover?”

Kyson tore his eyes away from Banks and inspected the fun zone he had set up for Kyson. His best friend, Soren, was staying the night. Banks had been so excited for Kyson; he had gone all out to make the night fun for them. He was the best daddy Kyson would never have. They were just friends. Kyson wasn’t worthy of love.

“This looks amazing. Soren will have the best time.”

A goofy smile touched Banks’ lips. He could be so fun and kid-like when he was sober. “Hopefully, you too. A sleepover is supposed to be a good time for everyone involved.”

Kyson’s gaze slid toward Shane. The lumberjack of a man leaned against the wall, watching. He was always watching. That was his job. Before Kyson had come along, he had been Banks’personal guard. Since Kyson’s rescue, he had been assigned to stick by him. The poor guy.

When Kyson’s gaze swung Shane’s way, Shane smiled. “Don’t worry about me.”

“But you’ll be here too.” Kyson couldn’t help but argue. For six months, he had been trapped with Kyson. No doubt the guy was bored off his ass. “Daddy—” Kyson froze for a second at his mistake and tried again. “Banks said everyone involved is supposed to have a good time.”

“Give him some snacks,” Banks said, heading for the door. He patted Shane’s stomach as he passed. “Look at him. That’s all it takes to keep him happy.”

Shane rolled his eyes but smiled.

Banks grabbed his wallet and keys. “I’ve ordered pizza for you. It should be here soon. Also—”

Soren appeared with a different guard, cutting off Banks’ speech. He was dressed like a fuzzy teddy bear and wore his backpack. As always, he was all sweet smiles and pretty eyes. Seriously, he had the most beautiful light green eyes Kyson had ever seen. He was so angelic-looking, with a round face and pouty lips. Not a single daddy ever looked his way because he was chubby. Kyson thought he was perfect.

He waved, looking excited. “Hi, Kyson.”

From his spot on the living room floor, in the middle of the mess Banks had made for them, Kyson motioned for Soren to join him. “Come on. Look at what Banks set up for us.”

Soren rushed forward, taking off his backpack as he neared. “This is awesome. I’ve always wanted to sleep in a tent, but I don’t like sleeping outdoors. There are bears.”

Kyson chuckled. “There’s one here too.”

Soren’s gaze slid toward Shane.

A loud laugh burst from Kyson. “No, silly. You. You’re wearing your bear pajamas.”

Soren blushed, turning beet red.

Shane didn’t help matters. His soft chuckle wasn’t quite soft enough.

Kyson moved on. He knew too well what it was like to feel humiliated. “He’s also got us a ton of snacks and ordered us pizza.”

“Yay.”

“You two have fun and behave.” Banks’ expression turned serious. “Brush your teeth before you fall asleep tonight. All this junk food will give you cavities.”

They nodded. “Okay.”

With their unison agreement, Banks nodded. “Good boys. I’m heading out so you two can have the run of the place.”

“Okay.”

At their unison agreement again, Banks tossed them a wink and headed out. Kyson didn’t know if he planned to hang out just down the hall in the play area, or if he had sketchy shit to do for his dad. He never knew what Banks did when he left. Kyson told himself it was for the best he didn’t know. It would likely break his heart.

Banks didn’t know where he was headed for the night. All he knew was he couldn’t stay. He desperately wanted Kyson to feel free. This was the first time since coming to live with Banks that Kyson asked if a friend could stay the night. Since Banks knew Kyson’s ex-daddy had stripped him of every freedom, Banks needed Kyson to experience the night alone. Well, as alone as Banks could leave him with a gaggle of horny daddies running around inside the club. Plus, Kyson’s ex, Jack, still ran around somewhere in the world. He limped now, though. An evil smile pulled at Banks’ lips. He bet that motherfucker never forgot Banks, or the punishment for hurting a Little. Still, Bankswanted to clear out for the night and let Kyson regain a piece of himself without fear of getting hurt for finding joy.

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