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She sighed as they parted, and he kissed her again on the top of the head.
“Remember,” he said, “I want to know when you’re heading home. You’re to stay safe, understand?” It wasn’t that he was truly worried about her, but his protective streak had gotten even wider since the business with Kevin and Dog. And now that he was acting president of the Drifters, he felt even more of a duty to keep every single Little on the planet safe.
“Yes Daddy. You know I’m a good girl. You can trust me.”
“I know, sugar. It’s not you — it’s the rest of the world I’m worried about.”
Then, the moment came, and they parted.
A second later, Rainer’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He picked it out. It was a message… from Esme.
Miss you, Daddy.
He turned and looked at her. She grinned, and ran towards him, before squeezing herself up against his body. He squeezed back, chuckling at her fierce, fierce love. It was a feeling he never wanted to lose.
To his surprise, on the way to the penitentiary, he’d called Wolf.
“Hey, Prez,” his friend said. Rainer was sat on the subway. He wasn’t one for talking in public much, but this felt like an exception he was going to have to make. “You on the way to the big house?”
“Mmmhmm. I’d say it’s been too long, but honestly, I could do without seeing the inside of a cell for many years.” Around him, people glanced nervously at him. He probably cut quite an imposing figure. A big, heavily-tattooed biker, talking about prison. His face was still somewhat swollen from the pounding he’d received in the woods. Mind you, Dog’s face was quite a bit worse.
“You call for a pep-talk?”
“Actually, I was hoping to chat to your Little girl.”
“Sophia? Sure.”
There was a rustle, and Wolf handed the phone over.
“Hey darlin’, how you doing?”
“Good thank you, Mister President.” She giggled.
“I was hoping for some advice.”
She laughed. “From me? Um, let me think.” Then, she said in a gruff voice, clearly pretending to be Baron, “A falling knife has no handle.”
“Well, that’s good advice, but I was hoping for something specific. You went to visit your father in prison, didn’t you?”
Sophia’s father was a mob boss who’d tried repeatedly but unsuccessfully, to force her to marry Whip. After his final attempt, he’d ended up in prison — the cops finally having enough evidence to convict him.
“I did.”
“What was it like? Did you forgive him?”
“No. I didn’t. I told him that he was out of my life.”
Rainer nodded. “Smart, after what he did to you.”
“I decided that I could live without him. Not everyone would make the same decision, though.”
“Yeah. I’m on my way for a different reason.”
“Good luck,” Sophia said. “Just… keep what serves you.”
Keep what serves you. It was good advice. But Rainer felt as though he’d already lost something, and he hoped, desperately, that he could get it back.
Esme knew that she had to do this. She just didn’t know why it felt so hard.
