Page 69 of Broken Daddy
“Do I?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “And, I notice that you didn’t mention you weren’t a villain just now, when I, you know, called you one.”
For some reason she thought she better take a step back. And then she took another step back . . . for good luck.
And because he was emanating a serious creepy vibe.
“What are you even doing here? It’s a Monday night, you know. Don’t creepers get Monday nights off or something?”
That would be nice to imagine. That she could have one night without worrying about some asshole attacking her.
And yes, she was including her father in that thought.
“Creepers? Are you seriously calling me a creeper?” he grumbled at her.
Yeah, two steps back this time. Three. Four.
She swallowed heavily. “I don’t know why you keep turning up, Vega. But maybe you should just go back to . . . wherever . . . you came . . . from . . .” she trailed off.
That was the end of her bravery. She was pretty sure she was done. Her legs were shaking and her palms were sweaty despite the fact that it was freezing out here.
Yep. So. Done.
She headed toward her trailer. It was difficult to turn her back on him and she might have started breathing really heavily. Especially as she felt him behind her.
Oh shit.
This was it. Vega was going to kill her.
“Is your father here?”
She screamed again and stumbled over the stairs up to the trailer.
“Holy shit, girl. Can’t you stay on your feet? You’re a fucking walking disaster.”
“It would be easier if you would stop scaring me,” she snapped at him. Turning to him, she leaned back against the door. “And of course he’s here. Why do you want to know?”
He placed his hands on the trailer on either side of her head. He was looming over her and she swallowed, trying to get rid of the dryness in her mouth.
“Are you lying to me, Mouse?”
Why did he have to be so fucking terrifying?
Wait. Could he still read her mind? Was he reading it right now?
Jesus. Devi. Calm. He can’t read your mind, you’re probably speaking out loud in your panic or something.
Okay. That was a much more likely explanation.
“Lying?”
“Your father isn’t in there, is he? Why are you lying? Are you afraid to be alone with me?” Vega asked.
Yes. Very much yes.
“I’m about to pee my pants.”
“What the fuck?” He stepped back and even though she couldn’t see his face, she could sense the disgust.
