Page 57 of Captivated By Danger

I couldn’t look in anyone’s face as I got in the back of the truck. Diesel stared at me until I closed the door.

EIGHT

DIESEL

Meeting someone’s enraged parents at 7:30 in the morning was not at the top of my list, but I couldn’t stand to see Greysen having a meltdown while three people were yelling around her. Looking at the scene before me, I’d realized that she would be the perfect sub for me. She’d definitely get a backbone fucking with me. Because I’d never met someone’s parents purposely, I had to think quick on my feet. After telling Greysen to go wait in the truck, I waited until the driver was back in his seat with the door closed.

“Hel—”

“And who the hell are you, rolling up here, ordering my baby around?” her dad spat.

“Hello. Mr. McCree, my name is Diesel Danger.”

I stretched my hand out for him to take it, but he stared at it.

“Your daughter will be attending Columbia to further her education while working as my… assistant for a few weeks. Her room and board will be taken care of and so is her tuition.”

Kyle walked up. “Which means she will be staying with you, and you will be using her for God knows what. I’m not stupid.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. And you are?” I stretched my hand toward him for the fuck of it, knowing exactly who he was, down to the grades he’d made in dental school.

Just like Mr. McCree, he ignored my hand.

“Don’t worry about who I am. Just know—”

“So, then you and I shouldn’t be speaking,” I said before focusing back on Mr. McCree.

He squinted at me. “And what kind of business you got that she will be assisting you in that you couldn’t find way up there in New York.”

“Photography.”

He looked me up and down while her mother and grandmother ogled me. Their mouths were open, but neither one of them could speak. It wouldn’t be the first time I had mothers and daughters speechless. Both of their cheeks were flushed like Greysen’s get when she’s flustered.

“Photography and education don’t mesh to me. How did you find my daughter? How do I know my daughter is going to be safe with you?”

Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled my wallet out and opened it to get him my business card.

“That is my information. You can call and check on her whenever you like.”

“Dad!” Kyle hissed. “I know men like him. Grey will be locked in a room, raped, and sold by the end of the week.”

I looked at him. “Men like me? Our tax brackets are sitting on both ends of a million miles long spectrum. You don’t know men like me. You watch too much television.”

“Dad. Listen to me. Greysen just met him the other night!”

“Ah, the other night, when I saw you yanking on Greysen before your fiancée pulled up.”

“Excuse me?” her father glared at Kyle.

Focusing back on her dad, I said, “Mr. McCree, if you could give me a call later, or even call your daughter’s phone. She will be available. I can and will send you any information that you would like.”

I stretched my hand out to him again. This time he took it, giving me a tight squeeze.

“I don’t know what you got up your sleeve Mr…” he looked at my card. “Diesel Danger, but my daughter is grown, and I trust her. If she comes back to me with one hair out of place, I am not afraid of what I’ll do because I already know what I’ll do.”

“And I can respect that, Mr. McCree. I wouldn’t want you to feel any other way.”

I looked at her mother and grandmother and nodded my head. “Ladies.”

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