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“So what are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to drag Angela’s tight body over my knee and slap her ass until she couldn't sit down. I wanted to film it and put it out for the world to see, I wanted…
Fuck.
“I don’t know,” I said again. My thoughts had gone too quickly towards sex.
“Want to go on a run for me?” Fang's voice dropped to barely a whisper. “A few days away to clear your head?”
“For the club? Yes.” Getting out on the open road for a while sounded like heaven. I didn’t have to pretend to be something I wasn’t when it was just me and my bike. And he was right, it would give me time to think.
“No, it’s a personal run. Shouldn’t take you more than a week. There’s a few things I need you to pick up.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Good man.” Fang nodded in my direction. “Come by the house in the morning and I will fill you in.”
7
ANGELA
“But Daddy,”I whined in my best little girl voice as I stared at myself in the mirror, swiping the bright crimson red lipstick over my lips for a second time. Baring my teeth like an animal, I preened, checking that my teeth were free of any. As always I looked perfect.
Sexy. That was the word everyone always used when talking about me. Well, not everyone, but my friends, their friends. Anyone who saw me sauntering down the street.
“Daddy, I was looking forward to coming home tomorrow and seeing everyone. With work, it's been so long since I’ve been to church with you all.” Grinning at my reflection, I carried on with my little girl charade.
It was the part I played around my family, the mask I had to wear. It was all an act; it always had been and it was one that I had perfected over the years. I hadn’t been the sweet innocent girl my father needed me to be since I was fourteen. By the time I was fifteen I had men and boys eating out of the palm of my hand and… I shook myself, forcing myself to concentrate on what my father was saying.
“I am not going to church and neither are you. I don’t know how you can even think to show your face here after what you have done, Angela. The shame you have caused this family…”
I rolled my eyes at his words. Was it any wonder I was the way I was with him as my father? I was pretty sure he thought we were living in a different century. He had probably thought I was still a virgin. I grinned, a giggle almost spilling from my lips. If he had thought I was a virgin before he sure as hell knew better now. I could just picture his face when he saw the video. It was a wonder he hadn’t had a heart attack and died right there over his morning cereal.
Old fashioned fool.
“Angela, you best be listening to me right now…” He growled down the phone, causing me to turn my attention back to the conversation at hand. “Daddy, he said...” I sniffed theatrically, “...he said he loved me and…” Running my tongue over my teeth, I mentally gave myself an Oscar. God, I was good at this.
“He said no such thing, Angela Monroe. I have met your Monster and I doubt he has ever said those words out loud.”
I reeled back, the smile on my face fading into nothing. “What do you mean you have met him? Daddy, where are you?”
The silence down the phone was deafening. When he finally spoke, it sent ice shooting up my spine. “Where do you think I am, Angela? I swear sometimes you forget to use the brains God gave you.”
Shit, my father had done it. He had warned me on our last heated call that he was going to go and have a quiet word with the man I now knew as Monster, but I hadn’t actually thought he would do it. “You didn’t do anything silly, did you?” I whispered. My mood dropped. This was bad, really, really bad. By now my little stunt with some clever photoshopping and a website would be common knowledge. It could ruin my father’s career and as much as I loathed the guy, I didn’t want to do that. Being his daughter had its perks.
“Daddy?” I asked again when the silence stretched on too long. “Daddy, what did you do?”
“I hit him.”
I swallowed hard. My dad had never resorted to violence in his life. He had barely raised his voice to me as a kid. It might have been better if he did. Maybe with some discipline, I wouldn’t have turned into such a bitch. “Daddy.”
There was a loud sigh down the phone. “I know, Angela, but the way he smirked at me, the way he talked about you. I lost control for just a second. He didn’t even move; he just sat there like a statue and took it. He’s a damn psychopath, Angela, I don't know what you were thinking.”
Lowering my voice, I closed my eyes. “I don’t know either, I’m sorry, Daddy.” Oh, I knew what I had been thinking. I had known the moment I had caught his eyes across the bar that he was just what I needed. The danger rolled off him, not even his boyish good-looking face and dimpled smile could hide what I could see plainly in his eyes as they met mine.
Darkness that called to my own. And when we had come together, it had been electric just like I had known it would be. Rough, beautiful and naturally dominant - Monster had made me want to submit for the first time in my entire life. I had wanted to give him control.
“It’s ok, Angela.” It was clear my father thought I was crying, and not having sexy thoughts about the man who had tried to ruin my life. I sniffed loudly for good measure.
