Daddy's Home by Zoe Blake

Author:Zoe Blake [Blake, Zoe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-26T06:00:00+00:00

They crossed the yard to the garage together. Chloe entered the slightly chilled room. Wrapping her arms around her middle, her eyes rested on the discarded .38. It was within arm’s length. Now was the moment. She needed to decide. They would probably find the flash drive soon. She stared at the chrome barrel of the gun. Did she trust Logan? Was she going to throw her lot in with him?

Warm hands caressed her exposed arms. Logan spoke over her shoulder. “Are you cold, babygirl? Do you need a jacket?”

She turned her head to see concern in his eyes. Those mercurial blue eyes of his. Giving away nothing one moment, and then showing you his soul the next.

Chloe shook her head, hiding a slight smile. “No. I’m fine.” She turned away from the gun and focused on the boxes. She would trust Logan…for now.

Ripping into the second box, Chloe began to rummage through it. When she saw Logan searching the first box, she stopped him. “I already went through that one. Nothing but a lot of old junk.”

He ignored her and examined each object one by one.

Shrugging her shoulders, Chloe knelt down and dumped out the contents of the second box onto the cold cement floor. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure why she'd brought this crap with her. A momentary sentimental weakness probably. The second box was filled with costume jewelry, some porcelain knick-knacks and a few scarves. Letting out an excited gasp, Chloe jumped up. In each hand she held one of the porcelain figurines, a unicorn and a peridot clown.

“I found it!”

Logan looked up.

Chloe raised her arm and threw the clown onto the ground, smashing it to pieces. There was nothing inside. “There’s still the unicorn. Chad knew I loved unicorns and would probably take this with me,” she explained. Without a second thought, she tossed the delicate figurine onto the hard cement floor. It too shattered. Nothing.

Chloe pouted. “I felt for sure that would be it.”

Logan gave one of her curls a tug. “It was a good idea, baby. Don’t worry. We’ll find it. Chad wasn’t that smart. I doubt he hid it overly well.”

With that, Logan picked up the wretched doll. He stared at the strange white face with the glued on yarn hair.

“It was Chad’s mother’s or sister’s or something like that. I never liked it. It always looked like the head didn’t match the body. Yarn is normally used only for hair on rag dolls. Fucking gave me the creeps.”

“Don’t curse,” ordered Logan absentmindedly as he examined the doll.

“What?”

He looked up, piercing her with a hard look. “I said don’t curse. I won’t stand for nasty adult words coming from my little girl’s mouth.”

Wait a minute, thought Chloe. That was taking this whole game a little too far. While she hated to admit it, obviously the whole “who's your daddy?” thing turned her on. She was even okay with how he ordered her about a bit. But to tell her not to fucking curse? What the hell? She wasn’t really a child.

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