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“Only in spirit.” Dietrich tosses a smile my way and I blow him a kiss, then smirk at Margaret, forgetting for a moment that if Dietrich doesn’t get his deal done, I don’t get paid.
Margaret’s jaw drops, but then her mouth snaps shut and she shakes her head “That’s not true, he’s lying. Make him prove it.”
The cops roll their eyes and mutter to one another before asking, “Can we see some identification for you both?”
Dietrich motions for me to stay put while he goes into the bedroom, emerging with my wallet and pulls his own out of his trousers laying over the back of a chair. It only takes the police a moment to take a look then hand them back.
“That doesn’t prove anything! They could have different last names.”
“Young lady.” The taller one nods my way. “Is this man your biological father?”
I keep my eyes on Margaret, then answer. “No, but he is my Daddy.”
Dietrich’s chest fills and his smile tells me he’s proud and that’s worth this whole ridiculous moment.
Margaret is still standing there, fury clear in every detail of her face. “I can’t believe you. You’re both horrible. Get out of my house! Any business we possibly could have had is over. If you are not out in ten minutes, I’ll send security to escort you.”
“Whatever you say, Marg. Ten minutes probably isn’t enough for us to finish,” Dietrich says as I click my tongue in my cheek and shoot her with double barrel finger guns.
Then Dietrich slams the door in her face.
chaptertwelve
Dietrich
I can still tasteHannah’s cum as I step out of the door to Margaret’s estate. The desert might be hot during the daytime, but at night there’s a distinct chill. I take off my jacket and drape it over Hannah’s shoulders, and she pulls it close, but I don’t think that’s about the cold. I think that’s nerves.
“Everything will be fine, babygirl,” I tell her. “Trust me.”
She turns and meets my eyes as the car I ordered pulls in at the end of the driveway. I carIordered. No fucking Zeneli goon driving this one.
“How?” Hannah mutters, shaking her head. “I messedeverythingup. I’m not sure what was actually riding on this whole set up… But for forty-thousand, I’d imagine it had to be a lot.”
I take hold of her hands, feeling them trembling in mine, and a growl escapes my lips. The thought of her scared about her future is unacceptable. We are each other’s future, now and forever.
“You did nothing wrong, baby. I was the one balls deep in my daughter’s hot little velvet cock sleeve up against the windows. Not that smart, I’ll admit, but I’ll fix it. Me. That’s my job. You’re perfect and you always will be.”
I see a flicker of trust in her brown eyes, but the truth is I’m not sure there is a fix for this. The Albanians won’t get their deal now, not when Margaret goes all incest hysterical, telling Bill Glover how I was Daddy-dogging my little girl for all the world to see.
As soon as Zeneli finds out, he’ll be warming up Cruella for an appetizer that will come straight out of my chest.
Which, sure, doesn’t give me the warm fuzzies, but that’s not what’s tightening my throat right now.
If he knows I’m connected to Hannah, he’ll use her to get to me. Then he’ll kill me.
I need to get to him first. It’s the only way. Him and about ten of his higher ups. I need to create such chaos, the battle for control within the organization will far outweigh any interest in tracking down Hannah.
Me, sure. They’ll come for me eventually. But by the time they get all the guts untangled and the fight for top spot is settled, it will be years and I’ll be vapor by then.
It’s a long shot. In all likelihood I’ll be dead before I get through the door. But I have to try. If my death can save her life it will be worth it.
Perhaps I should send Hannah back to her father, cut this off right now while the heartache might be minimal, but if I have one night left to live, I want to spend it with her. I want to leave this world with the taste of her on my lips, the scent of her on my skin, the feel of her wrapped around my cock. No one will see us and no one at the party would be able to trace her back to her real life.
My selfishness rages forward. I need this. I need her.
One night. If that’s all I get, it will have to last me a lifetime.
“I should probably go home and face the music with my father. I know you’re not going to want to pay me now. My dad will need a plan. He might run. He’s done it before, and Brigid and I will have to go with him.” The crack in her voice nearly does me in.
