Page 58 of Love Sick

Reaching around, I unhook my bra and let it fall off me before turning around and smiling at Daddy. “Want to show me to my room and read me a bedtime story?” I tease, playing this game he’s bound to lose.

His gaze drops to my ample breasts and then lower, where he stares for a little too long to be polite.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“Give her your jacket!” Alanna orders Daddy, suddenly not liking her plan of stripping me bare.

Daddy’s gaze soon snaps over my shoulder to Alanna, where he nods and strips out of his jacket, tossing it at me. I make sure he gets a great view of my breasts as I retrieve the jacket and put it on. I draw the lapel to my nose, smelling it and smiling in bliss.

“You smell good, Daddy.”

Daddy looks to be in his early fifties. He’s dressed in a suit, and I don’t think that’s because he was somewhere fancy. His gold watch and Italian leather shoes are an indication that he comes from money. And if Alanna is, in fact, his daughter, then that explains why she can get away with the things she does, because money talks.

Daddy grips me by the arm and leads me from the room, but it’s not as brutal as it first was.

I don’t make eye contact with Dutch because I still don’t know how I feel about what I saw. It wasn’t innocent.

I know how important music is to him, so if Alanna is his muse, then that means he is also the enemy and like every enemy, he must pay for his sins.

I take in my surroundings as Daddy leads me up a dilapidated staircase and down a hallway. Most rooms are in a state of disorder, but he tosses me into a room which has a bed and matching corpse in a rocking chair.

My fucking ex…

“You seem like a smart girl, so I won’t bother restraining you.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I quip, turning out my bottom lip dramatically.

Daddy is suddenly out of sorts. He doesn’t know what to do with this version of me. I know what he would like to do, however.

Men are fucking stupid. Again, I may not remember many things, but this is something which seems to be self-explanatory. And I plan on exploiting that stupidity to get what I want, and what I want is to bowl Alanna’s head down this hallway to strike down her organs that I use as pins.

She has turned me into this monster, so it only seems fitting she experiences the full wrath.

Daddy stands around, dick in hand, appearing to want to say something. But changes his mind at the last minute. He leaves me alone as he makes a hasty exit.

The moment he’s gone, I exhale in relief and steady my racing heart. Even though my bravado is fierce, I am terrified inside.

Dutch would have escaped by now if there was a way out, which means we’re all prisoners.

I look over at Jonathan and the blanket which covers his lower half. Alanna cares for him which I plan on taking advantage of when the time is right.

The windows have bars over them and from the quick look I had at the other rooms we passed by, there doesn’t seem to be any way out other than the door Daddy dragged me through.

As much as I hate it, I need to talk to Dutch and figure out what’s going on and what side he is on.

Do I trust him?

No, I don’t.

“Luna,” and even though his voice makes me want to forgive and forget what I saw, I stand firm because I can only trust myself.

Quashing down nostalgia, I turn around and lock eyes with Dutch.

I wait for him to speak, but his guilt is cemented as he averts his gaze. I don’t know where we go from here.

“Is Bobby okay?” I ask because his safety is my only concern right now.

A heavy sigh leaves Dutch before he lifts those blue eyes.

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