Daddy's Here(22)

I almost fell but managed to stop myself, turning to face him as two mirror image gorillas appeared next to him. The three of them stood in line and I almost laughed, they looked so identical.

“Are you triplets?” I asked, taking a step back towards the stool.

The nearest goon reached out towards me but I’d had enough of his shit. I grabbed his hand as it turned into a fist, twisting it in my arm, bringing him towards me. Catching him off balance made it easier to spin round, bringing him with me. As we moved, I reached up to his shoulders, shoving down hard so he smacked his head into the bar, his skull bouncing off it with a satisfying crack. That was his nose broken then.

The other two were on me a second later as the first was still slumping downwards. They were strong but they weren’t strong enough. I let them think they’d got me, sliding down between them as if I was passing out. Their grip loosened just enough for me to get on my knees. I punched the first in the balls and then lashed out at the ankle of the second with my other hand a moment later. As ball pain folded, I got an uppercut on his chin whilst getting to my feet, sending him crashing into the table behind him. The second was on his back already and before he could get up, I slammed my heel into his stomach, sending a wheezing gasp of air out of his lungs as his eyes bulged in pain.

Nose break was moaning behind me so I lashed backwards with my foot, hoping he wasn’t too far back. I connected with some part of him that was soft, a part that made him cry out in that weird way tough men do when they’re in pain and then I turned to find him back on the floor.

“Another drink,” I said to the barman, sitting back on the stool, sliding my glass across to him, ignoring the groans of the three men on the floor around me.

I heard a barking laugh behind me and spun round expecting more trouble. A man in his forties was laughing in the doorway. He wore a suit that was out of place in the surroundings, his hands clapping loudly as he approached me.

“You next?” I asked, clenching my fist ready.

“Keep the seat,” he replied, sliding onto the stool next to me. “You earned it. Whatever he wants is on me.”

The barman poured me another whisky and I drained it in one. “Thanks,” I grunted to the man who was still smiling at me.

“Tony Matteo,” he said, holding his hand out towards me before flicking his head away. “Gareth, will you stop moaning and go wait in the car. You’ve embarrassed me enough this evening.”

Nose Break staggered away, still holding his bleeding face. “No one’s done that before,” Tony added, facing me again. “Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

I shrugged. “Nowhere special.”

“I could use a man like you. Not looking for work are you?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether you’re buying me another drink.”

He barked out the laugh again and that was that. I was in. Within a week I was one of his gorillas, wearing the same suit at the others. The three I’d beaten up didn’t hold it against me which was just as well as I had to work with them for a long time before I was trusted to take on any jobs on my own.

It had been a good career too, until Isabel came along. I’d done what I was told and got paid handsomely for it. But could I do this particular job? Could I take her back to Kingsley who lazed around the Matteo place doing very little else?

I looked at Isabel for a last time before closing my eyes. I’d make my mind up in the morning. Sleep on it and see how I felt when I woke up. One thing I knew for certain, whichever decision I made, it was going to spell trouble for someone.





SEVENTEEN



ISABEL





I woke up to find myself alone in the bedroom. Daddy was nowhere to be seen. It felt strange to think how natural it was to call him Daddy. I’d had a distinctly none Daddy dream about him during the night though. When I got out of the shower and saw the door was open, my first thought was that he’d opened it.

But then I saw him looking so peaceful in the blankets on the floor, his eyes closed, and I changed my mind. The door must have swung open which was my fault for forgetting to lock it.

I couldn’t help touching myself while I was in the shower, imagining him coming in and taking me there and then, him not caring that his clothes became soaked, just bending me over and thrusting straight into me, filling the aching emptiness in my pussy that yearned for him.

When he’d told me he was going to spank me down in the reception, I’d made the mistake of believing him, getting it into my head that he was going to do the thing that I couldn’t stop thinking about, tear off my clothes, spank my ass until it was red, then take me in the way I knew he would.