Page 4 of Gangster Daddy's Girl

“But—”

“Nah. We can find somebody else to work their route.”

“Final answer?”

“Final answer.”

“All right,” he says. “I’ll find somebody to replace them.”

“Good.”

“So, tell me about the girl.”

I laugh. “Fuck off.”

“What? You might as well tell me about her since your head’s all up in her and not focused on the task at hand anyway.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Come on, bro. It’s me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I repeat.

“All right. If you say so.”

“I do.”

“Well, you know where to find me if there ever is anything to tell.”

“You’ll be the first to know.”

We finish up our meeting and lay out plans for the night ahead. We need to get rid of the rest of the products we have because we’ve got a new shipment coming in. Not having those two idiots on the street hurts simply because, despite being fucking assholes, they were decent earners. They usually outsell the rest of my guys. But somebody will step up. Guys like them are a dime a dozen, and it won’t be long before I replace their numbers.

I drum my fingers on my desk, trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my day. I try to focus on the business. Try to focus on what I have to do for the night. But every time I try to get my head straight, images of Tabitha pop into my mind. When I see her face and that fiery red hair, I feel my cock stiffening.

“Fuck it,” I say, my plan for the day finally coming into focus.

An hour later, I’m getting out of my car in the parking lot of Southern Coast College. Zeus opens the driver’s side door and begins to climb out as well.

“It’s all right. You stay in the car,” I tell him. “I shouldn’t be long.”

“You sure, boss?”

“Pretty sure nobody’s going to take a shot at me on the campus of a nursing school.”

He arches an eyebrow, a skeptical look on his face. But he nods and leans back against the Escalade, folding his thick arms over his chest. I never have to worry about Zeus following orders. He’s a good soldier. Turning away, I make my way through the crowd, searching all the faces for the one I want, but I don’t see her.

“You,” I say, stopping a couple. “Do you know Tabitha Wallace?”

Looking terrified, they shake their heads and quickly scamper away. I have to corner a dozen more equally scared-looking people and ask them where Tabitha is before I get an answer. After finding out she’s in a building on the other side of the small campus, I make my way over, drawing strange looks from everybody I pass. Granted, I know I don’t look like the rest of the student body, but the way they’re gawking at me, you’d thinkI was an alien with a second head or something. It’s irritating enough to make me want to smack somebody.

The doors open with a whoosh as I approach, hitting me with a blast of cool air. The crowd in the hallway parts like the Red Sea as I make my way toward the room I was directed to. It’s only then that I wonder if the punk I cornered gave me the right room number or if he just gave me some bullshit to get me to go away.

The class is letting out just as I arrive, and I see the familiar fiery red hair pulled back into a ponytail, bouncing in the sea of people. Tabitha walks out of the room, speaking intently to a blond walking beside her. She doesn’t notice me, so I step into her path. When she runs into me and turns her face up, I find myself staring into those sparkling green eyes that stir something deep inside me. Something raw. Something primal.

Tabitha’s eyes widen, and her face drains of color. She looks every bit as terrified as the people I cornered to ask about her. I offer her a smile.

“Hey,” I say.

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