Page 27 of Final Girl

“Welcome home, Daddy.” I kiss his cheek and drag him into the place I rented for him.

For us.

“You did good, girl. Real good.” He hugs me tight and kisses my forehead.

“Nobody can trace it back to us. I made sure of it. The bitch who lived here didn’t have any family. No one will suspect a thing.”

“Good. Good. Now get your ass in the kitchen and get me a beer and fix me something to eat. Then I need you to find someone to take care of my other urges. Been locked up without the touch of a woman far too long.”

“Whatever you need, Daddy.” I smile. I know just the present for him. That Talia bitch that’s always glued to Delaney’s side will make a perfect little fuck doll for my daddy. Pike will get over it. He’ll have to.

I rush to the fridge and get him a beer, placing it on the kitchen table.

“What’d you do with the cunt who owns this place?”

“Tied her up in the basement.”

“She breathing?”

“Maybe.” I shrug and take out the meat for his sandwich.

“Hmm,” he mutters out.

I stare at him, confused. “Why do you ask?”

“How old is she?” I should have known he’d ask that. I didn’t find out he was my birth father until after he was in prison and my mom finally told me. She saw the news report about his arrest and freaked out about it. She had no idea the man she’d been with my whole life was married to another woman, raising her brat.

All the other shit means nothing to me. Delaney and her mother deserved everything he did to them. They took my father from me. Though, of course, I didn’t know that. I thought my dad abandoned me before I was ever born. Didn’t know that him and Mom would hook up every other weekend until I was sixteen. Mom went missing not long after daddy got locked up. I made sure of it. She obviously played a part in me not having my dad around.

I shrug. “I don’t know. Late thirties maybe? She didn’t seem that old when I knocked her around.” Pretty sure the fat bitch is a drug addict, because she didn’t even flinch when I hit her. Nor did she twitch when I tied her up. I checked for a pulse, still alive, but whatever. Not that I cared.

I figured I’d save her for Daddy so he can take some anger out on her. Though now I’m wondering if he wants to use her body for other means.

“Eh, too old for me. Find me someone young. The younger the better.” Well shit, there go my plans for Talia, because he’d take one look at her and just shoot her in the head instead. Talia might not be old, but she’s still too old for what Daddy likes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find you someone. I promise.” I hand him over his plate of food and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’d say bring me Delaney, but from word I’m hearing that motherfucker Pike has her wrapped up in bubble wrap,” he grumbles, taking a huge bite. “I’ll have her, though, one way or another. Even if I don’t get to pop that cherry like I fucking paid for.”

I wrinkle my nose at that. But say nothing. Last thing I want is to piss him off.

“Okay, be back soon.”

Pike is going to be mine.

Finally.

Daddy will make sure of it.

Chapter Twenty-two

“Hey, babe,” I call out as I open Delaney’s front door.

We were supposed to meet up at my place, but work took longer than I anticipated.

I hear pots and pans banging around in the kitchen, and soft music. “Pike?” Delaney comes out of the kitchen, holding oven mitts and wearing an apron. Her hair in a messy bun on top of her head and not a stitch of makeup on her face. Fuck me, even looking like that. She’s beautiful.

“Who else would it be?” I smirk, knowing damn well only Talia and I have keys to her home.