Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,120
she jolted, spraying small googly eyes in the air.
“Oh shivers,” she muttered, looking at the mess that landed off the sheet Linc had put down for her to craft on.
His phone had rung a minute ago and he’d stepped out to take it, although he’d left the door open.
“Not happening, Ed. Tell them no. She’s not meeting with them. No way. Fine. Fuck.”
She jumped again. Something was seriously wrong if Linc was swearing. She slid completely out of Little headspace as she climbed to her feet. After her time-out, he’d had her lie down on her back on the princess bed, then holding her in the diaper position, he’d removed the butt plug and put some cream on her bottom before doing up her onesie.
But her bottom still reminded her of her earlier spanking as she stood and moved to the door. Just as she reached the door, Linc stepped through. He raised his eyebrows at her.
“What were you doing, teeny?”
She worried at her lip. “I heard you swearing. What’s the matter? Is it Tiger?”
He sighed and ran his hand down his face. “Come on, come sit down.”
“Oh no. That means it’s bad.”
He took her hand and led her to the bed. He sat and pulled her onto his lap, her ass hanging over the side of his thigh.
“Ed just called.”
“Okay.”
“He had three people turn up in his office earlier. From the FBI, the DEA and the Treasury Department.”
“Okay.” She wasn’t sure what else to say.
“They’re here about your aunt. And the Devil’s Sinners. They have evidence that she’s been laundering money for them.”
“Oh God.”
“Yeah. It wasn’t like she hid it well. They have plenty of evidence to arrest her.”
“Then why don’t they?” she asked.
“They’re hoping to get evidence against the Devil’s Sinners, in particular Saber. And Tiger.”
“And they want to use my aunt.”
“Actually, they don’t think your aunt will help them. But they want you to.”
“They want me to help? But I don’t know anything.”
“They’re hoping you can find them information.”
Her brain pieced it all together. “They want me to go back to her, right? Back to living with her? Being around Tiger? Do they know what he tried to do to me?”
“Ed told them. They still wanted him to ask you.”
She shook in his embrace. “I know I should, but I . . .”
“You’re not doing it,” he said firmly.
“I’m not?” Relief flooded her even as she told herself not to be a coward. “But I should, shouldn’t I?”
“Definitely not.” He scowled at her. “Do you seriously think that I would allow you to go anywhere near him? Not just that, but if the Devil’s Sinners found out why you were there, what do you think they would do to you?”
She blanched at the thought. “But is it my duty to help?”
“This isn’t your problem, baby. This task force can do their job, I’ll do mine. Which is to take care of you. I’m in charge when it comes to safety and I’ve already said no. You can call me bossy and overbearing and domineering, I don’t care. As long as you’re safe and in my arms, that’s what’s important. You’re not doing this. And you’re not to feel guilty. This is all on my shoulders.”
Having him take away any choice was actually a relief. That guilt for not helping disappeared.
Because she had no choice. He was in charge of this. It was his decision.
“Okay, Daddy,” she told him.
He kissed her. “That’s my good girl. Now, you want to explain why there are googly eyes everywhere?”
35
Linc came awake with a start as his shoulder was shaken. There was someone looming over him. He let out a shout and shoved himself up out of bed, ready to defend Marisol.
Tiger.
Tiger had found her.
The person moved back and turned on the light, right as Marisol cried out in fear. Linc dove forward, on the attack, just managing to bring himself to a stop as he saw who was there.
“Fuck! Zander! What the hell! What are you doing in here? It’s the fucking middle of the night!”
“I’m well aware,” Zander replied calmly. The big man had his arms crossed over his chest. He stared over at Marisol then back to him. “I believe Marisol is scared.”
“Jesus, of course she’s fucking scared.” Linc stormed back to Marisol, who was clutching the sheet to her chest. She was only wearing a see-through nightgown. Her breath was coming in sharp pants and it was easy to see she was on the verge of a panic