Page 29 of Broken Daddy
“Why are you really here?” she asked.
“Just checking on my possible investment.”
What the heck did that mean?
Her heart raced, her stomach turning over dangerously.
“Your possible investment?”
He didn’t reply, but to her relief he turned and headed to the door.
“You’re leaving?” she asked.
Shit. Why did she say that? Why didn’t she just let him go?
What was wrong with her?
He stopped at the door and glanced over his wide, thick shoulder at her. “You sound disappointed.”
She shook her head. “No. Not disappointed.”
Crap. He didn’t like that. His eyes narrowed and she braced herself.
Why couldn’t she learn to keep her mouth shut?
Because you no longer want to be that person. The one that puts up and shuts up about people hurting you.
No. But she also didn’t need to prod the beast, did she? Especially when she was on her own with little option for escape.
“Watch what you say to me,” he said quietly. “I don’t mind your fire. Going to make it interesting if I get to tame you. But that won’t make things easy on you.”
Fuck. Holy fuck.
He left, shutting the door quietly. There was more threat in that than if he’d slammed it.
Devi stood there, just trying to remember how to breathe.
Lock the door, idiot!
Shit. Shit.
Devi rushed to the door, locking it quickly. Then she peered out of the window.
Oh God.
Was he still there? It was dark out and it took her eyes a while to adjust. But she was pretty sure she saw him standing several feet away.
Still. Silent.
She sunk to the floor and leaned back against the wall, tucking her legs against her chest.
What was that? What was going on?
What did he mean by possible investment? Why did he look at her like he . . . like he owned her?
Devi glanced over at her father as he moaned and started mumbling nonsense in his sleep.
Why did she have this feeling that this could have something to do with him?
