Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“I’m sure they get the point, and they will get it a lot clearer after we’ve all had some rest and recovered. You can preach to them all you want after my sister is able to keep a meal down; deal, papa bear?”
“Awe, look at you being all cute,” he states sarcastically as his dark brown eyes glittering with rage, stares me down, trying to intimidate me.
Honestly, I want to run and hide in a closet because the guy could totally squash me. However, there is something about him that makes me want to challenge him. Maybe because he is a complete jackass every single time I have had to deal with him, or maybe he brings that out in everyone. I don’t know, but I don’t plan on putting up with his attitude much longer.
“Daddy, please. Yell at me tomorrow, but don’t be mad at Morgan. She didn’t know we had plans. Hell, we didn’t even have a car. She seriously thought we were asleep. Mady and I have learned our lesson, but you can teach us more tomorrow if you will be nice to Morgan.” Her teenage eyes tear up as she defends me.
Ice stares silently at his daughter for what feels like hours yet is really only seconds. Then he glances over to me as my sister moans when she sits up to find me.
“I’m sorry, Morgan,” Madyson whispers as tears freely flow down her face when her eyes finally find mine.
My poor little sister is hurting. There is so much here that Ice doesn’t know. There is a pain in her eyes that goes far beyond her being drugged tonight. I don’t care what this man says; I do know how to handle my sister. I didn’t see it before, but she needs me. She needs understanding and, most of all, someone to give her unconditional love. I have spent my whole life being what my parents wanted me to be for my sisters, whereas I should have been more of a sister instead of trying to be their savior while I was there.
From this night forward, that is what she and Mallory will have from me. The sister they deserve, the support system they need, and the love they deserve.
Chapter
6
Ice
Drama, drama, drama. It is always some sort of drama with the new girls at After Midnight. Someone took someone else’s shit. Why did Suzie fuckin’ Sunshine make headliner when I didn’t, and my boobs are bigger? What do you mean I can’t suck his cock during a VIP dance?
Aggravating bitches.
In my mind, it is simple—dance. They get paid to dance, nothing more, nothing less. Why can’t they be like the guys over at Alibi? Very rarely do we have issues amongst them. It seems like every time we get a new girl, there has to be some sort of drama for a bit until everyone settles back down.
My head is pounding. I have spent the last hour listening to the cat fight coming out of the dressing room. I am two seconds from shoving a ball gag in both their mouths, chaining them to the poles, and burning all their shit. I guarantee they won’t like my version of BDSM. There would be no pleasurable spankings and orgasms. Nope. In fact, I wouldn’t touch them at all, but they would probably call me a sadist after they stared at the ashes of what used to be all of their expensive stage costumes.
The worst of the bunch, Ariana and Marisa, have been at each other over every little thing for three nights now. That is three nights too many, and I sure as shit won’t listen to that nonsense for another three nights.
Add to my mind the thoughts continuing on a loop about Morgan and Madyson Powell, and I am in serious need of a punching bag or fresh pussy to pound out my frustrations.
Morgan spent two days at my house with her sister. Two days of agony as she had to wear my daughter’s clothes—clothes that happened to be tight in all the right places—around me at every turn.
Madyson was miserable for about thirty-six hours. I hope she has been scared straight. Watching Madyson seemed to show Brooke I wasn’t the warden holding her prisoner as much as I am a dad who doesn’t want her hurt. I have already lost my wife; there is no way I would ever survive losing my baby girl, too.
I may have underestimated Morgan, though. She is a quiet, contained source of strength. Not once has she yelled, raised her voice, or cast judgment on her sister. Calmly, patiently, and lovingly, she has been there for her sister all the way. Her sister who, from what Brooke tells me, has been kicked out by her parents when I thought she had chosen to leave.