I look at her, taking in the view of my beautiful girl as she sits on my bike. “Then why didn’t you ask for me?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s okay, I know you will very soon.”
She nods in agreement, and the small motion almost makes me lose it. But I keep it to myself, I will not fuck her again until she begs on her knees. The last time happened because my emotions took over, my heart pumping in my chest for her only. I needed her in a sick, psychotic way.
—
Entering my home again with Anastasia in my arms, something doesn’t feel right. I don’t know if it’s because of yesterday, if someone has been here, or if something is coming. But there’s an uneasy feeling lingering inside me.
You’re just paranoid.The thought doesn’t leave me alone.
I place her on her bed, and she begs me not to leave her, wanting me close. She’s finally breaking for me.
Then a knock breaks through the room, coming loudly from the front door. I knew it, I felt it in my entire body. I was already prepared.
I open it, and Tim’s face meets mine.
“Tim.” I greet him politely, instantly hearing Anastasia moving behind me. And I swear to god, if she fucking disobeys me again...
“Father?” Her sweet voice appears in the room.
“Anastasia.” His facial features don’t change, he still looks like a rock, not even smiling as he sees his daughter who was kidnapped.
I step aside, choosing to trust her as she hugs her father tightly.
“I’m here to collect the girl, Brian,” he says.
I look at him with disgust as he talks about her like she’s some kind of item.
She looks over at me, but I don’t look back. “Unfortunately, I can not let that happen,” I say, my tone firm as I place my hand on her shoulder, pulling her back into the house.
“Excuse me?” He says. “She is my daughter.”
“She is also a grown woman who can make decisions on her own. Right, Anastasia?” She stands before me, my hands on each of her shoulders now.
“Yes, sir.” Hearing her call me that in front of others, it makes me feral. I harden instantly, pressing it against her back to make her feel what she does to me.
“Sir? What is this nonsense? Come on now, let’s go home, I don’t have time for this,” his hand reaches forward, but she doesn’t return the motion. “Anastasia!” he bites out.
“Watch your tone when speaking to your daughter, Tim. I don’t want anything bad happening to you.” I tilt my head as I speak.
“Dad,” she says.
“Yes, what is it now?” He’s irritated already, bothered almost.
“Why did you let Matheo be my bodyguard, even during his training?”
His eyebrows shoot up, eyes widening. “Because you needed a bodyguard, is that not obvious?”
“So it wasn’t because you wanted to see your worst enemy burn while youlet one of his sons use me? A real bodyguard would get fired the second he touched me inappropriately.”
He looks at her as the color drains from his face. But he doesn’t respond. “Answer your daughter, Tim.”
He looks at me with anger then, pulling out his gun and pointing it towards me.
Then she surprises me in a way I could’ve never imagined. She grabs the gun and walks closer, pressing it against her heart. “No, father. This manowns me,” she says, looking straight into his eyes.
