“It’s okay, little one. You’re going to be fed in a second.”
Sitting down, and with the baby screaming, Zeke tensed up as the little girl was placed in his hands. He was given the bottle, and the moment he placed it in her mouth, she stopped crying.
Staring into her eyes, Zeke was suddenly caught within her innocence. He’d not been innocent in so long, if ever, and yet, his little girl was innocent.
“I will give you a few moments,” Billy said and pulled the woman out of the room.
The door was closed.
“What the fuck have I done? I was never going to have kids; yet, here you are. It would have been easier if you were a boy. I could handle a boy. This world isn’t good enough for a princess like you. This world will destroy what I see in your eyes.”
She was the first ray of sunshine in his dark soul. The moment he looked at her, simply holding her in his arms, lightened the dark deep within his soul. He was a monster, yet with her in his arms, he didn’t feel like one.
Zeke wanted to protect his little girl.
“Daniella, that’s what I’m going to call you, honey. I’m going to protect you, and love you, and make sure you have everything you ever want,” Zeke vowed.
When she finished her food, a nurse he’d hired just in case the test said the baby was his, entered the room. “You’ve got to burp her now.” Clearly, Billy had told her what he was doing in here, because she instructed him on what to do right away.
For the next twenty minutes, Zeke was shown how to handle his little girl. She threw up some milk down his thousand-dollar suit, but he didn’t care. Daniella was his life, the one person he’d die for. When she was finished, he wiped away the mess on his leg and sat back in the chair.
Daniella curled up on his chest. Her head tilted a little to the side. She didn’t cry as she stared up at him. He couldn’t look away.
“You’re going to cause me trouble, aren’t you?”
His carefully ordered world needed to be changed. No matter what happened, he needed to keep Daniella safe. There had never been a person that he’d cared about. Daniella was his own flesh and blood, and he would protect her.
Placing his hands on her head, he stroked the fine hairs. The minutes passed, and Zeke suddenly scented something rotten.
“Something is wrong with her.”
As if on cue, the nurse came back into the room.
“Something is wrong with her,” Zeke said again, standing up, and holding her toward the nurse.
The nurse laughed. “She just needs her diaper changed.”
He was in for one hell of a ride with Daniella.
Chapter Three
The rise of an empire
This was his, all of it. Zeke had worked for everything in his life; he’d bled for it, sweated for it. Broken bones and bodies littered the path as he made his way to the top. If it all crumbled around him, he’d still rein above everyone, still have the power he’d created. The world would still be his.#p#分页标题#e#
“They’re arriving, boss.”
Zeke nodded, walked away from the window that showed the club below… his club Dominion. This was his first rise to the top, the first business that he’d controlled. Now he owned this whole town, this whole fucking state.
He made his way out of his office and down the back stairs. They made their way out the back doors, to wait for the van with the new shipment to arrive. He grabbed a cigarette, put it between his lips, and lit the end.
The lights from the streetlamps provided a dirty, muted glow of color that washed the back alley. The dark van that came toward them held Zeke’s newest purchases, his newest merchandise.
In the van was a group of pretty sluts that liked cock and wanted to make a living out of sucking and fucking it. It was not an easy job for them, not when they had to learn to be safe and know how to take orders and commands like good little sluts. They had to be smart and know when to take it to the next level and when to make it stop by letting him know.
He inhaled from his cigarette again, snubbed the butt out, and tossed it aside.
The van stopped a few feet from where he and a few of his men stood. Once the headlights were turned off and the engine was cut, a scuzzy as fuck looking guy climbed out of the front seat. Another guy, just as greasy, got out of the passenger seat, and the two of them, with their slicked back hair and pencil thin mustaches, came over to Zeke. They reeked of stale reefer and sweat, and gauging by the sight of their stained and hole-ridden shirts, it was clear they hadn’t stopped on their trip to see him.
Zeke didn’t care what they looked like, as long as the merchandise he’d bought was in perfect condition. If the women wanted protection for what they’d chosen to do with their life, Zeke could provide that. Therefore, he’d bought them off their low-life pimps, would make them part of his club, and he’d give them a better life than they’d had.