I hate watching our girl walking down the street this late at night completely on her own. Why doesn’t she have a car?
I mentally write myself a note to ensure that I buy her a car. Something practical obviously. She has a daughter after all. Maybe more once I worm my way in.
Even though I am not a young Alpha by any means, I can’t help the thought of pumping her full of cum and seeing her round with my baby.
I can’t hold back the growl that escapes me. Yeah, I like the thought of that way too much.
Once we reach her apartment, I ensure to pin the location on my phone. The three of us stiffen as we watch an older man stumble out of the building, startling Valentina. She squeals, clutching her chestbefore laughing at the man who bows before her then proceeds to turn and fall into the bushes.
I already know without a shadow of a doubt that this woman is too good for me as I watch her smile down at the drunk she is clearly familiar with. She grabs him around the shoulders, helping him to stand and shakingly bringing him over to the entry of the complex before sitting him down against a wall. Judging by the look on her face, she hates the idea of leaving him outside at night but I am glad she slowly walks away.
I already told my girl that she would know if I was stalking her but I want to keep it a secret for a little bit longer. Admire her from a distance while I sort the obstacles stopping us from wooing her.
Because she is mine and I won’t stop until she is in my bed, swollen with my pup.
My breeding kink is locked and loaded.
Hold on, Little Devil, because I am coming for you.
Chapter Eight
The week passes by way too quickly and before I know it, it is already Friday night: reopening night.
The bosses who brought The Throbbing Knot still remain a mystery to me. They did, however, send out a group message letting us know the ins and outs of the new runnings of the club.
When Ivan oversaw the club, he demanded a nightly fee be taken. After speaking to a few of the other girls, we quickly found out that he was taking well above the regular going club fee.
It was a shock to be informed that no fee will be taken under the new management. That every single cent that we earn will be ours.
The relief I felt was immense. Never again will I allow myself to stress out about bills being paid on time. Maybe I might even be able to spend some of my earnings on spoiling myself for once. Maybe get my hair and nails done. Maybe even a new outfit.
The possibilities feel endless.
The biggest one is the knowledge that I won’t need to live week-to-week anymore. That I will be able to actually open a savings account.
That one day, I could move Amity and I out into a bigger home. One where we don’t have to deal with Joe, the resident drunk. Even though he is harmless—unless you are a bush—I still want better for my daughter. I don’t want her to ever be burdened by the evil of this world.
Not like I was subject to.
After receiving the good news from my new bosses, it felt like I was actually able to enjoy my few days off with Amity.
It was impossible to not treat her to a new princess dress that she has been eyeing off for what she tells me has been forever.
What I didn’t expect was the delivery man knocking on my door the next morning with boxes and boxes filled with princess dresses and an array of toys that I know Amity had begged me for the day before.
The delivery company didn’t seem to care that I didn’t order the haul that would have cost thousands. To them, the boxes had my name and address on them. They were delivered to me and that is where their job was done. No matter how much I tried to backtrack to try and find whoever sent this stuff, I was met with brick wall after brick wall.
In the end, I decided to just narrow it down to some kind of miracle. Or maybe we won some kind of mystery raffle.
The surprise packages aren’t the only different thing I noticed that week.
Every single time I walked outside, it felt like someone was watching me. Following me even.
It didn’t matter if it's the grocery store or if it's the park, I couldn’t help but constantly checking over my shoulder to see if anyone was there.
Each time I came up empty.
My knife has become my new best friend. I haven’t let it out of my sight since the eerie feeling first began.
