42. Epilogue
EPILOGUE
BETSY
T hree months have passed since Betsy shot Arden and killed him. It has been challenging to say the least. Betsy still woke up from nightmares about killing Arden. They weren’t every night, but several times a week.
Daddy had made sure she was talking to someone, even if she didn’t want to, and she got all the snuggles she needed after. Was it hard? Yes it was, but she felt a little better knowing she worked for Rogan.
If she hadn’t, Betsy wouldn’t have said anything. How could she talk about killing someone to a therapist that didn’t know the circumstances or that she was with a member of the Ricci Crime Family? She couldn’t and wouldn’t. The threat of jail time was great and there was no way she was going to jail.
The timer went off and she giggled as she skipped towards the oven. Betsy was currently making cupcakes for Daddy. This was her first time baking and she was so excited.
She pulled out the cupcakes and set them on the stove. Should she wait thirty minutes before giving it to Daddy? She shook her head and carefully pulled one out of the pan.
“Daddy!” she yelled.
“Yes, baby?”
“Cupcake!”
Betsy walked to his office and set the cupcake down in front of him. Excitement flowed through her body as she watched him peel the wrapper off.
“It’s hot,” she said. “I just pulled it out of the oven.”
Daddy glared at her. “You know not to pull hot things out of the oven.”
She raised her hands. “You never told me that! I asked you if I could make cupcakes and you said yes so you can’t get mad at me for pulling them out when you didn’t tell me not to.”
He smiled. “True, I didn’t tell you not to pull them out. But from now on, you will not be pulling hot things out of the oven or handling any hot things.”
“So I can’t handle you?” she blinked innocently at him.
Daddy shook his head. “I’m the exception. You can handle me all you want. Ask first though.”
Betsy rocked back and forth on her heels as she waited for Daddy to take a bite of the chocolate cupcake.
“I didn’t put any icing on it because I don’t like icing,” she made a gagging noise. “It was also too hot and I’m impatient. I wanted you to try it now.”
Daddy chuckled and broke a piece off of the cupcake.
“I’ll try it right now so you don’t have to wait.”
She watched as Daddy plopped the piece of cupcake in his mouth and started to chew. His eyes went wide and she smiled.
“Do you like it?” she asked, waiting for him to say something.
He coughed and swallowed the food. “They are great.”
“Do you want another one? I know you haven’t finished your first cupcake yet, but I have a lot more!” she excitedly said. “Do you think Angelo, Dane, and Lucius will like them?”
They had come over several times to talk to Daddy about things while she had been recovering. That and Angelo wanted to make sure she was healing nicely. Recently he has been coming over daily to help with some physical therapy.
That was not fun but it was necessary.
“What did you put it in?” Daddy asked. “What was the recipe? Where did you find it?”
Her smile fell. “It was a recipe from online. I put flour, sugar, salt, baking powder, cocoa, ummm I think I had milk and an egg in there. I’m not quite sure on that part. I can show you the recipe if you want me to.”
“Did you by chance put more salt in there than sugar?” Daddy asked.
“You hate it.”
Tears pooled in her eyes.
“Why did you eat it if you hated it? Why?”
Daddy held his arms open. “Come here, baby.”
She shook her head. “You hated it.”
“I didn’t hate it. I just think you might have mixed up the sugar and salt. I bet if we got those right, they would be absolutely delicious. Now, come here.”
She walked over to Daddy and fell into his arms. He held her close for several seconds.
“I’ll change the containers later today so you don’t get them mixed up. It’s a simple mistake. No need to worry about it.”
“But you hated them,” she whispered.
“I didn’t hate them. The salt just took me by surprise. But once we make a new batch and make sure we add the right amount of salt and sugar, we can give them to the other guys whenever they come over.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
Betsy pulled away from Daddy and smiled.
“If you ever need these cupcakes, just let me know. We could give them to the people you torture. Give them false hope that they are delicious but they are just packed with salt. Force them to eat it,” she shrugged. “But you just let me know and I’ll make them. Maybe that’s a way I can get on Rogan’s good side. Give him these cupcakes to give to his enemies.”
Daddy chuckled. “You are already on his good side.”
“Whatever you say. Just mention it to him or you keep it in your mind. They could be deadly if there is enough salt.”
Daddy shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
She smiled. “Keep me, obviously.”