Bad Boy Daddy
Authors: Chance Carter
Tags: #romance, #bad boy, #Contemporary, #Fiction, #Literary, #suspense, #erotica, #Womens
Bad Boy Daddy
Chance Carter
Copyright © 2015 Chance Carter
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ISBN 978‐1‐927947‐51‐7
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“EVERY ATOM OF YOUR FLESH IS AS DEAR TO ME AS MY OWN: IN PAIN AND SICKNESS IT WOULD STILL BE DEAR.”
Charlotte Brontë,
Jane Eyre
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“EACH TIME YOU HAPPEN TO ME ALL OVER AGAIN.”
Edith Wharton,
The Age of Innocence
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“I WANT TO DO WITH YOU WHAT SPRING DOES WITH THE CHERRY TREES.”
Pablo Neruda,
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
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“TO LOVE OR HAVE LOVED, THAT IS ENOUGH. ASK NOTHING FURTHER. THERE IS NO OTHER PEARL IN THE DARK FOLDS OF LIFE.”
Victor Hugo,
Les Misérables
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“ONE IS LOVED BECAUSE ONE IS LOVED. NO REASON IS NEEDED FOR LOVING.”
Paulo Coelho,
The Alchemist
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“I LOVE YOU LIKE A MAN LOVES A WOMAN HE NEVER TOUCHES, ONLY WRITES TO, KEEPS LITTLE PHOTOGRAPHS OF.”
Charles Bukowski,
Love is a Dog from Hell
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“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO YOU ARE OR WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE, SO LONG AS SOMEBODY LOVES YOU.”
Roald Dahl,
The Witches
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Chapter 1
Faith
T
HE FIRST TIME I SAW HIM,
I hated his guts.
He was the sexiest creature on God’s green earth, and he was all the things I would never have. He was cocky, arrogant, and confident, but in none of the ways I was used to with Wolf.
He walked into the Los Lobos hangout like he owned the place. He was late for his appointment and, for a brief moment, I wondered what he must have told the guards for them to let him past. I was the only one still in the bar, enjoying a rare moment to myself.
“I’m looking for Wolf,” he said.
I shrugged. “You’re late.”
I was different in those days. I wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt me, and I took it out on whoever I could. I’m not proud of the way I was, but things were getting desperate for me and I was too afraid to admit I’d made a mistake. Wolf Staten was my mistake—a cruel, brutish mistake—a mistake I could never unmake.
“Well, whatever you do, don’t trouble yourself,” he said, an arrogant smile on his lips.
Was this jerk taunting me?
The truth was, I was sick of Los Lobos and their smooth-talking, tattooed, musclemen. The fact that this one had arms like Mark Wahlberg and a smile to match didn’t change that. He was a criminal, just like the others, and if he wanted to speak to Wolf, he could damn well show up on time like everyone else.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to jump to attention every time a guy like you walked in.”
“You always this friendly to your potential partners?”
“You’re not my potential anything,” I said.
“You don’t know that.”
I looked into his eyes. Something about his confidence bugged the crap out of me. I couldn’t say what. Usually when people came to Los Lobos, they were scared to death. This guy looked like he was on a morning stroll through the park.
“Yes, I do,” I said, pointedly.
He held me in his gaze, then shrugged cheekily. “You might be surprised.”
“Might I? I doubt it.”
“Stranger things have happened.”
He was infuriating.
“Forget it,” I said. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. Then forget what you forgot. You look like the kind of guy who could manage that.”
He let out a laugh.
My eyes glanced over his chiseled chest and torso. God, he was sexy.
“God, you’re touchy,” he said.
I sighed. “I have my reasons.”
“I bet you do,” he said, looking around the bar.
I didn’t know if he was agreeing with me or challenging me. I didn’t know how to read him. He was frank and direct, didn’t play games, and in the world I lived in, games were the only thing that mattered.
“We could do this all day,” I said, “but I’m not in the mood for banter.”
“Have it your way. You know where I can find him?”
“Who?” I said, knowing full well who he meant. I was prolonging our interaction without even realizing it.
Was I that lonely for real contact?
“
Wolf
.”
“I’m sorry, is there something about me that gives you the impression I’m his secretary?”
“Jesus. What is it with you? Just tell me where he is.”
“Fine. He’s gone. They all are. You missed them.”
“Shit,” he said.
I nodded. “So, you know, don’t let me keep you.”
I’d become a bitch and I knew it.
He
knew it too, but he took it as a challenge. He was one of those guys who wanted what he couldn’t have.
He looked at me and a smile crossed his face that drove me mad. He was so sexy I had to bite my lip. I won’t say what I really wanted to bite. It wasn’t every day I was alone with a guy like this. Wolf was too jealous to allow it. The way this guy looked at me made my heart speed up.
“Girl, you’re lucky I don’t come over there and teach you some manners.”
A mental image of him bending me over the bar and spanking my naked butt flashed before my eyes. It made my cheeks flush.
I knew I was being a bitch. I didn’t mean to be. He was charming as hell. He was just my type too, sexy, the bad boy look, muscles, tattoos, a raw attitude that exuded confidence. I wanted him to leave so that I wouldn’t be reminded of all the things I couldn’t have. I already knew he was nothing like Wolf. This guy would be good to his girl. He’d treat her right. He wouldn’t hit her. I had experience in that department, and I could tell. The truth was, this guy was everything I’d given up forever by getting involved with Wolf, and it was torture to see it.
I wanted him to turn around and walk out the door so I didn’t have to look at him, but another part of me was desperate for him to stay.
“Manners?” I said.
His grin stretched from ear to ear. “The manners your daddy should have taught you.”
I couldn’t resist. “You wouldn’t have the nerve,” I said and, despite my intentions, gave him a sly smile.
That got his attention. He looked at me again as if seeing me for the first time. His eyes drank me in from head to toe, staring at my ass and tits longer than was necessary.
“Try me,” he said.
“Trust me, you don’t want to get mixed up with a girl like me.”
“Are you
that
dangerous?”
“Let’s just say, if you messed with me, you’d be taking your life in your hands.”
I don’t know what got me talking to him like that. It wasn’t like me to flirt with the lowlifes that did business with Los Lobos. I despised all of them. But everything about this guy was different. He had balls. In all the months I’d been with Wolf, this was the first time I’d met anyone who seemed to have the nerve to rival him.
“Don’t you know?” he said, “Some things are worth risking your life for.”
“Some things?”
“Sure.
Some
things,” he said and looked down at my ass again as if assessing me, checking if I was one of
those
things worth taking a risk for. Cocky prick. The way he looked at me made me feel the need to prove myself. I realized I was sitting up straight in my seat, shoulders back, breasts pushed forward, the way my mother had always wanted me to sit when I was a kid. For the first time in months, I actually cared what someone thought of me.
He melted my resistance. I struggled not to show it. I couldn’t let this go anywhere. As tempted as I was to flirt, I would be literally taking my life in my hands if I did.
“Let’s you and me go for a walk,” he said.
I laughed. “A walk?”
He winked. God he was arrogant. I loved it.
“What makes you think I want to go for a walk with you?”
His eyebrows rose. “Shapely legs, tight ass, I bet you can walk the fuck out of those pumps.”
I burst out laughing. “Walk the fuck out of my pumps?” I repeated out loud. I couldn’t believe he’d said it like that.
“Girl, I can tell an assassin when I see one.”
If Wolf ever overheard anything like this, there’d be hell to pay. He’d string me up and have his thugs beat the shit out of me. But he’d left for Vegas.
“An assassin?”
“An assassin of the heart.”
That did it. I burst out laughing even louder than before. I laughed harder than I had in months. He was playing, being intentionally ridiculous, but it worked. If it hadn’t been for the threat of Wolf’s jealousy, I’d have gotten on the back of his bike and ridden with him wherever the hell he wanted. I’d always been a sucker for a cocky bad boy with the guts to let me know what he wanted from me.
“I’ve never heard anyone use that line,” I laughed.
He was smirking now. He knew he’d won me over. “It’s not a line.”
“Isn’t it?”
His eyes crawled over me, lingering on all the hotspots. He had some nerve. I had to give him that much. He knew how to walk into a room, spot what he wanted, and go for it.
“Well, before you get carried away, you ought to know I’m Wolf’s girl.”
“Is that a warning?”
“I’d just hate to see anything bad happen to you.”
He took a seat at the bar next to me. It was a bold gesture given that every other seat in the place was empty.
“Why would anything bad happen?” he said.
