Page 6 of Always Mine

“Until next time,” he said.

That was it.He was never interested in her, not that she ever wanted his interest.

This would go on and on and on, until there was nothing left.Daisy knew this, and as she stared at him, she didn’t know what came over her, she decided she was not going to risk her life at the Skulls for this piece of shit.He was not her father, and he was never going to be her father.

“That’s the last of it,” Daisy said.

Her father had taken a few steps away from her.He paused and then turned to look at her.“Come again?”

“You’re not getting another penny.That’s it.All of it.I’m not coming back here and you’re not going to come to me, and if you do, I’ll make sure the club knows what you’ve been doing.”

She expected that to be the end of it, and her father would just have to accept it.The Skulls were a group of scary men, and he wouldn’t want to evoke their wrath, would he?That would be crazy.

Then, he started to laugh.“You’re going to bring me double, and you can do so next week.”

“No,” Daisy said.

He took a step toward her, and she wasn’t prepared for the slap across the face.It was open-palmed and wouldn’t leave a bruise, but it took her by surprise.Her father had struck her many times, usually a punch to the gut, not a slap across the face.

Anger rushed through her.

It was strange, a punch to the gut seemed ...different than the slap across the face.No one could see her gut as she kept her stomach covered.She never wore small, revealing clothes, always opting for ones that covered her body.

He grabbed her hair and pulled until she let out a cry.This did hurt.

“Let’s get something straight, little girl, you want my silence, you want me to keep all of your club’s secrets ...a secret, then you keep paying me.Otherwise, everything I know is up for sale.Now, get your skank ass out of here, because if I could use you, I would.”And with that, he shoved her to the floor.

The floor was dirty.Her clothes were filthy, just like they had been so many times when she was a kid.The stench seemed to waft up into her nostrils, and it was like it stayed firmly attached with no way of her making an escape.She was drowning in it, and she hated every second.The stench was disgusting.

Scrambling out of the house, she took a deep breath but couldn’t get too far before she bent forward, and with hands on her knees, she threw up everything she had eaten that day.Whenever she had to come here, she didn’t eat, as it always spoiled her appetite.

She put a hand to her stomach and tried to settle her nerves.The moment she did so, she looked up, and there was a beacon of hope—a shovel leaning against the side of the house.She stared at it for several seconds.There was a way to stop all of this.

Daisy didn’t think, she walked over to the shovel and threw her bag to the ground.It was time to end this.Her piece of shit father was never going to hurt her family.She was not going to allow him to do anything to her parents, or to ruin the life she had with them.

No one would miss him.No one liked him.

She opened the door, and he was already sitting at his table counting the money, with his back to her.

Daisy slammed the shovel around the back of his head.Pulling back, she did it again, and again, and again, until his head was no longer recognizable.

She gasped as she suddenly realized what she had just done, and then turned, wanting to run, only she came face to face with Anthony.She still held the shovel.She looked into Anthony’s eyes and expected to see fear, disgust, anger, something that would make her feel anything.

Only, Anthony looked toward the body of her dead father, and he reached for the shovel.“I’ll take care of it.”

“Anthony, you cannot do that.I need to take care of this.Oh, no, everyone is going to know.”

“No,” Anthony said.He caught hold of her face and forced her to look at him.“Look at me.”

It was strange, but the moment he touched her, it was like her panic went right out the window.

Anthony had blue eyes.The most intense and sexy blue eyes.They reminded her of the ocean, or at least how she once imagined the ocean would have looked.When she first met Anthony, and for many years after, she had never seen the ocean, until Lacey and Whizz had finally taken them away for a short time.

It was then she came to realize that Anthony’s eyes were so much better than any ocean.Staring at the water didn’t make her feel calm.Anthony did.He always did, even now.

“You were not here.Your father was cleaning one of his guns and it went off, that is all anyone is going to know.You weren’t here, and if anyone asks, I was here.I took care of it.”

“But you didn’t do anything.”

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