Page 27 of Broken Daddy
Nope. She didn’t like that at all.
“Don’t leave,” Vega said with a smirk and she realized that she had backed up so she was nearly in her bedroom.
“Mouse! Get us something to drink!” her father demanded.
Yeah. That wasn’t happening. Why wouldn’t he stop calling her Mouse? Tears filled her eyes and she had to work hard to push them back.
Why couldn’t her father ever be a dad? Why couldn’t he love her? Protect her? Take care of her?
Was that really too much to ask?
It seemed that it was. She didn’t know what it said about her that her own father couldn’t treat her with respect.
So why did she expect it from other men? She certainly didn’t get it from Vega. Or from Aaron. Or some of the guys in the bar.
But Mac has always shown you respect.
Hayes did too. And she’d only spoken briefly to Donovan but he’d seemed like a decent man.
They were out there. Good men like her brother.
She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “There isn’t any.”
“What?” her father roared, making her wince.
Shit.
She shouldn’t be showing any reaction in front of Vega. He might be a jerk, but that didn’t mean that he was stupid. He was likely reading her like a book.
“I told you to get me some fucking alcohol, girl!” Her father tried to step forward and for some reason Vega chose to let him go. He fell onto the floor in a heap.
She gulped but didn’t move. She wasn’t going to put herself closer to his zone.
That would be stupid.
“Hey! Pick me the fuck up!” her father yelled.
Vega just shot him a cold look. She could ask him to help her get her father into his bedroom. But she really didn’t want to give him any reason to stay longer.
“What are you doing here? With my father?” she asked.
Vega shrugged. “Just doing my good deed for the day.”
She snorted. “Right. You don’t have any good in you.”
Vega smirked as though he found her hilarious. She didn’t like that he found her interesting. She’d rather he forget that she existed.
“I found him like this sitting on the side of the road. Could have left him there to get run over.”
Yeah, that would have been good.
No, no. Shit. She wasn’t this person. She didn’t want to be evil. He was her father and she owed him . . . well, she wasn’t sure what she owed him.
“I can see maybe I should have left him there,” Vega said to her.
Fuck.
How could he read her so easily? Her estimation of his intelligence was going up and she wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
