Page 63 of The Tangle of Awful

What if whoever did this is just using her to get to me and our family?

My thoughts drift back to yesterday when I’d gone to check on her again. Spencer was there, stance protective, and it rubbed me wrong. As much as I want her to be comforted and for them to repair the friendship they once had, I wanted to be the one to console her.

Had I not let her suck my dick, maybe I could have been that person for her.

Frustration eats at my insides. I can’t think straight now that Aubrey is back in our lives. I’m supposed to be focusing on the campaign and finding Neena. Instead, all I can think about is my stepdaughter.

Beautiful. Young. Tempting.

I need her in ways I can’t even explain. Every second of every day now my mind is on her. The memory of her supple lips wrapped around my cock is engraved in my head. It’s on a loop and I replay it over and over and over again.

Get it together, man.

She was attacked yesterday by some coward prick and it’s my duty as her stepfather to get to the bottom of it. I’m supposed to protect and care for her. Not think about all the ways I can get her lips on me. If I can’t physically comfort her because I can’t trust myself, I can help in other ways.

I glance at my inbox and groan at the massive amounts of emails I haven’t even gotten to this morning. Karla’s already been in three times trying to get me to call people back. The only person I feel like calling right now is Tony.

Aubrey’s dad.

How would he feel if he knew I let her suck my dick?

He’s a gym rat with a tendency toward ’roid rage. Knowing him, he’d probably drive all the way up here to kick my ass.

It’s never going to happen again, so it’s pointless for him to know. Not like I’d ever tell him anyway.

I grab my cell phone and locate his contact before I can change my mind. This is what a stepfather should do.

“Who’d she fuck now?”

It takes me a second to replay his greeting and make sense of it.

“Excuse me?” I clip out. “Tony?”

He sighs heavily, making the line sound raspy. “What do you want?”

I’ve never cared much for the guy but have met him a few times because of Aubrey. Now, I want to reach through the phone and strangle his thick neck for talking about his own goddamn daughter with such vicious disdain.

“I know you’ve disowned your daughter, but for fuck’s sake, man, give it a rest for five minutes. She’s been the target of harassment.”

“Did she deserve it?”

My fingers curl around the phone much like the way I’d like to wring his neck. “No, she didn’t deserve it. She’s just a kid.”

A kid who sucked my dick.

My dick twitches in my slacks, remembering fondly just how good she worked her pretty lips.

“No, Hugo, she’s not. She’s a grown-ass woman who’s on the fast track to becoming her snake of a mother. How is Neena these days? Usually, she’s rubbing her wealth in my face on social media. I warned her Aubrey was coming but never got a response.”

“This isn’t about Neena,” I growl, wanting to change the subject from his missing ex-wife before he actually discovers she’s missing. “It’s about your daughter. Someone is harassing her. Scattered nude pictures of her all over the yard and carved profanity into our front door.”

“Let me guess,” he sneers. “Was the word ‘homewrecker’?”

I seriously want to punch this guy.

“Slut,” I spit out.

He laughs. “Close enough.”

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