Page 86 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
The feeling of being trapped hits me all at once, sending my limbs into a frenzy of energy, and I pace Grant’s office.
I hate waiting. Especially when there’s no way to know if something’s gone wrong.
But without Grant here, I snoop through his things. Most of what’s on display is just that—display. I bet some of the panoramic shots are his, of places he’s been. His past military experience sent him to a lot of beautiful places.
I recognize the Middle East. The pictures share so many similarities with the ones my dad showed me from his deployments. No people are featured in any of them, other than the one I’d taken out of his hand earlier.
He does have his military awards on display though. Another indicator of authority and competence.
Grant is very obviously competent. It radiates off of him.
It’s a fun game to try and decipher which items are for show and which ones are personal, and I appreciate the distraction, but it doesn’t last long.
Not long enough anyway.
When I can’t stand it anymore, I sit at his desk and log into his computer. Time to dig.
There’s plenty I don’t have access to, but I try clicking into everything.
Failing to find anything new, I go back to staring at the clues we’ve gotten so far, the connections we’ve already made.
Everything that Sunny found is mixed in with the files and photos. I wish I had her skills and her knowledge of the city.
Dad kept me sheltered. As much as he gave me, pampered me, and taught me to fight, he also steered me away from the less savory parts of this city with an easy nudge. There wasn’t anything down there I needed to see, wanted to explore, except for maybe once with an ex.
One night at a dance club didn’t amount to the same experiences as someone who wandered around down there for kicks.
I let my brain go unfocused as I flip through the pictures and reports and emails. I know what’s in every bit of it, so it’s time for the tired brain to make some connections.
If there’s anything left to uncover from this, I want to find it. Because, let’s face it, I can’t sit idle and just wait for them to risk their lives without doinganything. Even if it’s fruitless.
On my third time clicking through, something snaps into place that wasn’t there before. With all the connections we’ve made, we missed something.
Something important.
Oh no.
There’s no way whoever took Sunny is in the place they’re infiltrating. In the warehouse by the old Foundry.
Shit.
Should I text them? Call?
Will it make things worse if they’re already inside?
I can’t just say nothing. Not when Iknowthis is a trap.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I slam my palms down on Grant’s desk.
A text. To Oliver. He said he’d be watching. Does that mean he’s waiting nearby with surveillance?
I have to chance it, typing out:It’s a trap.
No response, but it reads as delivered. Fuck, it’s the best I’ve got.
I’m out of his chair and pacing again.
