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Suzie quickly wrapped her dough to keep it from drying out and said to Connor, “The dough has to cool, Captain.” She carried it to the walk-in cooler and retrieved her second portion which was ready to be worked again.

When she returned, Connor massaged her red buttocks until she moaned and arched her back, pressing her ass up and into his big hands. The woman was a hardcore masochist, and she matched Connor’s sadistic needs perfectly. Just like Sonja was his match.

Derek pulled the oil from the cupboard and left the couple. It wouldn’t surprise him if they had makeup sex. He wasn’t opposed to watching, but he had a submissive to punish and a message to drive home.

As he re-entered the office, he was pleased that Sonja was still leaning over the desk, her gorgeous round ass on display for him.

“Babygirl, I’m displeased you kept your troubles hidden from me. I know that you’re capable of dealing with problems on your own, but the point is you don’t have to anymore.” He stroked her ass, and his reward was a similar reaction he’d witnessed from Suzie a minute before. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?”

Sonja nodded and pleased him by verbalizing her answer. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Derek drizzled oil between her ass cheeks, and Sonja squeaked.

“Hold still,” he ordered as he worked the oil around and in her asshole. He pulled the plug from his pocket and pressed the metal tip against her puckered hole. Sonja moaned and pushed back. Hmm, maybe not a suitable punishment after all. Although?—

“Babygirl, you’re going to walk around in your café today wearing a butt plug for me. The feel of it will remind you of the fact that you have a Daddy in your life.” He helped her stand upright, and she shifted around. “You can put on your bra and dress.”

“What about my panties?”

He gave her a level look.

She shrugged and returned a mischievous expression. “I had to try.”

He laughed, happy she felt comfortable enough being a brat, even when he punished her. She really was his perfect babygirl.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

The detective answered promptly when Derek called him a few minutes after eight o’clock that morning. Jackson listened as he explained about the malicious restaurant reviews and the egging of The Sweet and Savory Table. When he was finished, she asked, “What did the responding officers have to say about your theory that Angie was responsible?”

“I didn’t see them. They were gone before Sonja and I got here. They weren’t told of the reviews or Angie. Connor said they took pictures and suggested security cameras. He’s at the store getting paint and the cameras now,” Derek answered.

“That’s a smart move. Do you have any evidence that Angie is responsible?” Jackson asked.

“No, and I realize that’s a problem, but there’s nobody else who could have done it. It’s not like they’ve got disgruntled employees or fired anyone lately. At least, not as far as I know.”

“Find out,” Detective Cagney said. “If there are alternative suspects, it weakens your chances of getting a restraining order, let alone prosecuting Angie for the vandalism.”

“But Angie threatened Sonja.”

“True, but Sonja hasn’t been attacked. The café has. That may not seem like much of a difference to you, but a lawyer can make a lot out of it. Be careful, man, and take care of your lady.”

“I see. What—” Before Derek could say more, he heard the sound of glass shattering at the front of the café. “I’ll have to call you back. Something is happening.”

Derek left the office for the main room to see customers trying to get under tables. The front window was half gone and the rest was a spiderweb of cracks. He was still holding his phone, so he immediately dialed 911 as he tried to see how much damage had been done. He caught sight of Sonja in the center of the room at a table that looked like it was ground zero for whatever had come through the window. He thought he saw blood and prayed it wasn’t hers. “Send the police, send an ambulance, send goddamn everybody. The café has been attacked by something or someone. I see blood,” he told the 911 operator before he hung up. He took a deep breath before he waded into the room and realized he needed to call Jackson back.

“I think Angie has struck again. I don’t know what she did, but the front window is half gone, and I think I see blood around at least one of the customers,” he said without preamble. “I don’t have time to talk. I need to see what’s going on. I’ve called 911 already, but I think you should get over here, too.”

“We’ll be right there,” Jackson said as he ended the call.

Sonja was crouched beside a customer and a restaurant server on the floor in the center of the room. Suzie was moving toward them with the café’s first-aid kit. Everyone was talking at once, and he couldn’t hear anything clearly.

He held his hands in the air and used his deep voice to get people’s attention. “Can I have your attention please? I’ve called 911. They’re sending help and the police. It would be good, in the meantime, if you all stayed where you are until they gethere. Please raise your hand if you’re hurt.” Derek was relieved to see only three hands. Two were with Sonja, and the other was on the floor near the edge of the window. Derek went there to find a man about his age with a handkerchief pressed to his forehead and blood visible in the center. “Sir, can you tell me what happened?”

The man looked up at him with an expression that seemed to say, ‘I got hit by flying glass. What do you think happened?’ What he said was, “We were just sitting here over our coffee, and I happened to look out the window. I saw this woman with what looked like a baseball, and she threw it straight at the window. I’m just glad I wasn’t any closer. Some of the glass got me. Luckily, the couple at the next table left five minutes before.” Derek looked where the man pointed to see the table and chairs covered with multiple shards of glass. Lucky, indeed.

“Help is on the way,” Derek said. “Keep pressure on your head. The EMTs should be here soon.”

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