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Daddy’s Obsession (Preview)
Stealing from the rich to feed the poor...
Has landed the innocent young beauty in realdanger.
Years agoIleft a life of danger behind,
But when I lock eyes with myold friend's daughter there was no turning back.
Raquelhas a magnetic beauty,
And the strength and resilience of a lioness.
The loss of my wife left my little girl and I empty.
Now Raquel is proof that even a monster can escape his own darkness.
Her stalker may be a feared predator
And now I'm hisworst nightmare.
But how am I supposed to guard her life...
When all I want is to claim every d*mninch of herfor myself?
Chapter 1
Raquel
BOOM!
The ceiling shatters and the walls crumble, burying me beneath thick dust, chunks of concrete, and splinters of glass. I hit my head hard against the cracked tile floor, unable to tell if the ringing in my ears is the building’s alarm system going off or if I’ve blown an eardrum.
Knowing my luck, probably both.
I suppose it serves me right for getting my hopes up. The gods of thievery are fickle bitches, and I’ve apparently done something to piss them off today. Months of planning —literally— up in smoke, and in under five seconds. I’ve probably just made the world record for fastest time for a heist to go tits up.
Somebody better call Guinness.
“Rocky!”
Dad’s voice reaches me, a muffle against the foggy haze clouding my mind. It’s too hard to concentrate, black encroaching on the edges of my vision. Which way is up, and which way is down? It’s anybody’s guess. I’m tempted to close my eyes and go to sleep, the crushing weight on my chest easy to succumb to, but a pair of strong hands pulls me out from beneath the rubble.
“Rocky? Talk to me.”
“What happened?” I croak. My throat is painfully dry and scratchy. I wonder if I accidentally breathed in some of the glass.
Dad helps me to my feet in a hurry, slinging my arm over his shoulder for support. Everything hurts. If I manage to walk away today with a couple of fractured ribs, I’ll count myself lucky. I ignore the salty tang of blood on my tongue and force my feet forward.
“We have to get out of here,” he says, leading me away.
In the distance, police sirens wail. Even in my concussed state, I know we have to get the hell out of dodge. Thieves and cops mix like oil and water. It’s best to avoid them at all costs.
As Dad drags me over to the window, I blink away my confusion to take in the mess. The rest of our crew is buried underneath the destruction. I can see Martin’s foot sticking out from under a fallen support beam. Harry’s unconscious on his side, his face painted white from disintegrated drywall. I can’t see Laura, and I worry she’s caught under the heaviest of the debris.
“We can’t leave them here!” I rasp. “We have to go back!”
