Page 192 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

He groans. “You’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

“God help me, I do.”

His sigh is long-suffering, but I hear the warmth underneath.

And just like that, the conversation shifts, settlinginto something familiar—love wrapped in exasperation, the kind only a father and daughter can manage.

“Ally, I need to ask one more time—are you absolutely certain about these men?” The raw paternal concern in his voice is unmistakable. “I’ve spent your entire life protecting you. I can’t help but worry they’re… taking advantage somehow. Two men with one woman, it’s… Are you sure this is what you want? That they’re not just using you?”

Hank tenses beside me, his jaw clenching at my father’s implication. Gabe’s fingers tighten around mine, but his eyes remain steady, encouraging me to answer honestly.

“Dad, listen to me carefully. They don’t use me—they cherish me. Yes, I’m absolutely certain.” I soften my voice, trying to ease his fears. “I know it’s hard for you to understand, but they’re not taking advantage. If anything, they’ve given me back pieces of myself I thought were lost forever.”

“I do love you, you impossible girl.”

“I love you, too. Even when you’re being overprotective and judgmental.”

After ending the call, I sit motionless between Hank and Gabe, the phone clutched in my hand like a lifeline.

“Well,” Gabe says, his voice deliberately light, “that went better than expected. I was anticipating threats of disinheritance for you and castration for us.”

Laughter bubbles up unexpectedly from my throat, slightly hysterical but genuine. Hank’s arm slides around my shoulders, pulling me against his solid chest.

And just like that, my father’s disapproval fades into background noise, insignificant against the reality of being here, held between these two men who have somehow become my entire world.

I turn to Gabe, tears shimmering in my eyes. Hank releases me as Gabe pulls me into his arms, holding me close, his touch tender and loving.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth. “You stood up for us. That takes courage.”

“Your dad loves you,” Hank says, unusually serious. “We’ll show him that we’re worthy of your love.”

Gabe chuckles, breaking the tension as he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. “If I had a daughter, I’d hunt down any man who looked at her sideways.” His eyes darken, his voice dipping into something possessive. “Can’t imagine what I’d do to someone who dared touch her.”

Hank snorts. “Let alone fuck her.”

“Or tie her up,” Gabe adds casually, glancing my way with a wicked grin.

“Swatted her ass.”

“Used a crop,” Gabe murmurs, eyes gleaming. “Break her down until she’s coming from pain.”

“Then fuck her again,” Hank finishes, deadpan. “Together.”

“Oh, and don’t forget theblowies,” Gabe grins.

“Oh my God, stop.” I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Don’t bringblowiesback.”

“Blowiesare here to stay, luv.” Hank chuckles, arm draping over my shoulder as he pulls me close. “Your father’s holding it together better than I would.”

Gabe nods, laughing. “Man deserves a medal.”

“He’s trying,” I say. “Though I notice he’s stopped asking about the sleeping arrangements.”

“Smart man.” Gabe’s smile is soft and genuine, making my heart skip. “Knows when not to ask questions he doesn’t want answered. Come here.”

I let myself be folded into his arms.

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