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Only a few minutes later do I hear the tapping of feet against the wooden floors, and just as my greatest fear courses up my bones, I’m in complete shock. I’m staring at someone I very well knew could be the person I was meeting tonight once I pulled into the parking garage—my father.
“I didn’t expect you to be here. I’m actually waiting for a business associate. Do you care if we meet up tomorrow at some point? Maybe over lunch or dinner?” Ah, he doesn’t realize the person he’s going to meet and I are one and the same.
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in and looked him right in the eyes. “I’m the person you’re supposed to be meeting, Dad.”
Just like that, the realization comes over him. He doesn’t know what to do at first, and I watch as he tries to figure out what to do next. He isn’t sure what he should be doing. I’m sure he’s wondering if he should be proud of me right now or cautious.
“I can’t believe you’re in this shit, honestly. I never thought you would be as callous and sickening to do this shit.”
My father swallows and looks at me with stern eyes. “Maybe you should leave if you’re not cut out for this business.”
I rise from my seat and stare straight into his eyes. “I’m not going to leave. Not at all. This is bullshit, fuckin’ bullshit. You make money off selling children, Dad. What sort of sick bastard does that? How could you, of all people, do it?”
My father shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “My father did it before me and his father before him. It’s something we’ve passed down from generation to generation. It’s how we’ve made a name for ourselves. How we all live comfortably.” He can’t be saying what I think he’s saying. There’s no way.
“You’ve never told me this before now. How do I know it isn’t all bullshit?” He could be making this up right now, and I wouldn’t put it past him. My father’s always played dirty in business, and sure I knew that . . . but I didn’t know he’d be like this.
“You never seemed right to bring into this. Why would I tell you unless I thought you could handle it?”
It was never about me ‘handling’ it, as he says. It was only about my complacency.
“The way you’re looking at me right now tells me you can’t handle it, and you came here for some other reason. What reason would that be, son? Hmm?” My father reaches around his back, pulls out a gun, and before I know it, he has fired, and I’m hitting the ground.
I pull my own gun out and fire over and over again until he hits the ground. My vision becomes hazy, and the next thing I know, the darkness is taking over me. I don’t know if I’m going to make it out alive this time.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Jada
My eyelids flutter as I feel Armor’s hands run down my body.
“God, that feels good.”
“I know, babe. That’s what I’m here for, to make you feel good.” I reach out to him, but I can’t reach wherever he is. When he slips a finger between the wet folds of my pussy, I let my hands fall back down to the bed. I can always count on him to take care of me, no matter what’s going on. He’s always making sure that I’m good. That’s one of the things that I love about him so much. When it comes to pleasing me, he never takes any shortcuts to achieve that goal, even if that means he might have to wait for his pleasure to become a reality.
“I’m all yours, Jada,” he says, and I groan, frustrated at the fact that I can’t touch him. Just as I’m about to reach release, my eyes pop open, and I realize that instead of being in his room, I’m someplace else. Someplace very dark. I don’t feel safe anymore. I want Armor. I need him closer.
“Armor, where are you?” I call out for him, but I still only feel his hands on my body. I can’t touch him. I look up for him, but it feels like the room just gets darker. My heart beats rapidly in my chest as the pleasure shifts into fear.
“Armor.”
“I’m here, Jada. I will always be here for you,” he says, but it seems his voice is so far away from where I am.
“Armor!” I call out for him louder and try to get up from the bed, but it feels like a weight is holding me down.
What the hell is this? What’s going on? I try not to panic. Not with him here with me. Armor’s going to protect me. Always.
“Armor, please. I’m scared,” I whimper in the darkness and reach blindly for him again.
“I’m here. I’m always going to be here,” he says, and then his hands are no longer on me.
“No, please. Come to me.” I put my hand out, expecting him to take it, but I feel nothing but air.
“I’m here, Jada,” he whispers again, and now I know for sure that he’s moving away. I’m alone. He’s going to leave me all alone here in this strange place. I can’t take it.
“Armor!” I scream and scream for him.
Emotions clog up my throat, and I hiccup past the tears that begin to stream down my face. He can’t leave me, not when I finally got him. Not when we’re so damn good for each other.
