“Uh-huh.” Shit. What was he doing? He wasn’t arguing about this. He was the boss.
“You’re going to drink this water,” he said sternly. “Because that’s what Daddy wants you to do.”
Shit. What was he doing? He shouldn’t call himself Daddy. He wasn’t her Daddy. And yet . . . it felt so right.
“I don’t have a Daddy.” The words were said so sadly that they hurt his stomach.
“Well, you do at the moment.”
“Who?”
“Me. I’m going to be your Daddy.”
North heardthe words through the cameras. He was on his way to get supplies and for some reason he’d decided to turn the cameras on so he could watch and listen.
The words struck him oddly.
They weren’t painful exactly. This is what he wanted for Jared so he had no right to be upset.
But it still felt . . . strange.
Was he losing Jared?
You were going to lose him anyway.
As soon as he discovered who wanted Jared dead he was going to need to take them out.
And then he’d have to disappear.
18
Angie was having the strangest dream.
In it, she wasn’t feeling that great. But it was fine because she had a really handsome, kind Daddy to take care of her.
Well, he was a bit bossy.
He kept telling her to drink. And he wouldn’t listen to her very reasonable requests not to.
“No! Won’t!” she snapped.
Her stomach didn’t feel good. Her head possibly felt worse and she didn’t want to drink or eat or think.
“All right, baby. If you don’t drink then Daddy is going to have to put an IV in.”
“Noo,” she grumbled.
“Then drink some of this.”
A bottle was held to her mouth and she took a few sips. Nope. Her stomach didn’t like that.
“Vomit!” she cried.
She was moved, something placed under her chin and she threw up the small bit of water she’d taken in. Then she lay backwith a moan. Something cool touched her inner arm and there was a murmuring of voices and then a sharp prick.
She whimpered.
“Easy, baby. Daddy has you.”
