“He’s not the first, is he?” I asked, finally able to make my tongue move.
“No.” Sighing, his grip on the wheel eased and he let go, dropping his hands into his lap. “I’m going to tell you the truth. If you think going to the cops is a good idea, then I can’t stop you.” He breathed in and out again. “I kill drug dealers. Scum of the earth. I play with them, become their friend. Their buyer.”
“Their Daddy?”
He tensed. “You’re the first who I made my lover.”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “I’m not a drug dealer.”
“I was told you were.” He smiled sadly and it lit up the inside of the car, even through the darkness and with its sorrow.
“Who said that?”
“It’s best if you don’t know. They’re dead.”
“What did you want from me?” I clenched my fingers into fists on my lap while a pain so fierce I felt breathless tore through my heart. I’d never been hurt by someone like this. I fucking hated it. A lot.
“I was waiting for you to fall in love with me. Then, I was going to kill you after you told me who your supplier is.” He reached for me, then stopped halfway between us and dropped his hand on the middle console. “But I realized after your mom’s death that you weren’t one of them. Now I want to help you kill the man who gave your mom meth.”
I clenched my teeth as agony raged in my chest, streaking a white-hot sting through my lungs. “So, this was all a game?”
“No, boy.” This time when he reached for me, he didn’t stop, choosing to cup my cheek with his palm. I didn’t push him away like I should’ve. “It was at first, but not after I realized you were innocent. I fell in love with you, Keaton. Not Moose. Keaton. My boy.” He glanced toward the room Ginny was sleeping in. “And Ginny, too. She’s a sweet little girl and I care about her.”
I seized his chin and turned his face toward me. I wanted his eyes and attention on me. “Only drug dealers?” The tips of my fingers tingled and I didn’t want to think about the weird excitement that coursed through my veins at the thought of him killing those bad people.
“Yes. Roger was a divergence.”
I frowned.
“He was different,” he said, as though he knew I needed him to change up the words. “And I only killed him because he made my boy feel hurt. You’re not stupid, Keaton. You’re street smart. You might not be a rocket scientist, but you’re not dumb. And I won’t let anyone tell you otherwise. They’ll die if they treat you like shit.”
My dick jerked and hardened, but I ignored it and the desire that flooded my insides. “Can you....” I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. “Canwekill the man who gave my mother meth, Daddy? Goldie.”
I really was fucked up. There would be no cops. They’d never help with the guy who killed my mom, but Zayn would. My Daddy would help me.
His smirk made my dick twitch harder. “If that’s what you want. We can do it together, boy.”
I swallowed around an excitement that lodged in my throat. My heart fluttered and my skin buzzed. “I want him to die painfully.”
He tilted his head, and I lunged forward to slam my mouth against his in a bruising kiss. He laid a hand on my hip and drew me closer, and I couldn’t help but feel like a mouse that had fallen into a snake’s trap. But I was more than some rodent. Ginny was another story.
I flew backward, breaking contact, and glared. “We must always keep my sister safe. I mean it, Daddy. Any guns you have need to go somewhere else. I don’t fucking care where. And no—” I waved my hand. “—serial killer shit around her. She stays away from that side. Cool?”
He grinned. “Deal, boy.” He raised his eyebrows. “Now, can we have makeup sex? How about you ride my cock?” As if to make a point, he hit the lever that dropped the back of his seat until he was nearly lying down. He patted his hard dick that tented his pants. “Right here. Right now. Come on, boy, hop on.”
Oh fuck. My dick jerked painfully, and I flinched. I glanced toward the door to our room before I nodded. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to fuck myself on Zayn in this small interior, but I wanted this, so I’d give it my best shot.
“Yes, Daddy.”
18
ZAYN
My heart was ready to explode.
I was so fucking hard and relieved. The bizarre extremes knotting together inside me formed a sensation that made me understand what people meant by silly things like...I’m walking on air.
“Come here, boy,” I murmured.
