11. Carter
CHAPTER 11
Carter
T he brakes of my BMW squeal to a halt in front of Atalanta Prep. Slamming the car door behind me before sprinting up the front steps and into the building, I storm the office. The receptionist is startled by my sudden appearance, but I don’t think she’s surprised to see me because she points back to a closed office door.
Lifting a foot, I kick it open. The door flies off the hinges, and the man treating a bloody leg wound behind the desk screams like a little girl when he sees me.
“You fucking put your hands on a student,” I snarl, my teeth bared, shoulders hunched, and ready to pounce on this asshole before snapping his neck. “Did you think you would get her to suck your tiny dick to get out of trouble?”
He whines as I step closer. “The bitch stabbed me.” My fist shoots forward, breaking his nose, and blood spurts everywhere. “Fuck!” he shouts, and two more male teachers come running in.
“What the hell is going on?” one asks, his bald head shiny in the fluorescent lights.
“I’m calling the police,” the other one threatens, shoving his glasses up on his nose.
“You’ll sit down and shut the fuck up.” The threat in my tone can’t be missed because they do as I say. “Now, you”–I point at the fucker I came to see–“are going to tell them in detail what you did to Cece Brown and what your plans were with the girl after you got her alone.”
“She’s lying,” he accuses.
I don’t respond, but my fist strikes out again, knocking a tooth to the ground. “I can keep going.” The warning is clear. He whimpers and nods hesitantly.
As he begins to explain what happened in his office and what he wanted from Cece, he’s ensured he won’t live to see another sunrise. I can’t act right now, but tonight, when the sun is down and he’s at home, believing he’s safe in bed, I’ll strike. It might not be the smart thing to do after what’s been witnessed here, but from the men’s disgusted expressions, I’m not sure they’ll raise much of a fuss over what happens to this predator.
Leaving the man to his peers, I go in search of this coffee shop Cece waits for me in. It doesn’t take much to find, and as soon as I enter, the older woman behind the counter nods her head to the back of the shop.
Spotting Cece staring into a cup, I stride towards her with purpose in every step. Calling her name softly, her head pops up. She’s in a daze, then her eyes focus on me, and tears spill over immediately before she rushes into my arms.
Picking her up, she wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face in my throat, and her legs grip around my hips. She sobs into me as I grab her bag, toss a couple of bills on the table, and leave.
Approaching my car, which remains parked in front of her school, I unlock it and slip her into the passenger seat, buckling her belt. I kiss her temple, then shoot around to the driver’s side, and without saying a word, I drive us home.
Her muted cries break my heart as I help her inside, guiding her straight up to our room. I settle her on the bed and draw her a warm bath with the citrus bath salts she likes. While the water runs, I check on her to find her sitting exactly where I left her–lost in her head and appearing helpless.
Crouching in front of her, I wipe the tears drying on her cheeks. “Sweet girl, look at me.” I wait for her eyes to meet mine. “You’re safe now. He’ll never come near you again.”
“How many others, though?” Her insightful question gives me pause. “Did he do it to other girls? I couldn’t have been the only one, could I?”
“It’s possible, yeah.” I fucking hate to think about the harm he’s caused. “He won’t get the chance to ever do it again.”
Her eyes search mine. “How do you know?”
“Because I’m taking care of it.” She contemplates my response before nodding her head and offering me a feeble smile, but she doesn’t ask what I mean. “Good. Now, let’s get you relaxed. Sounds like you had one hell of a day.”
Gripping my hand, she follows me into the bathroom, where we climb into the tub together. Cece sits in my lap facing me, her hot cunt pressed tight to my aching dick.
“Daddy, please,” she whimpers, and it’s like angels rejoicing. There is nothing I love more than that name on her lips as she begs me for a good fucking.
“Anything you want, sweet girl.”
I lift her by the hips, and she positions my dick at her entrance, sliding down while holding my gaze with her heated eyes. She chews on her bottom lip as she moans and wiggles until I’m fully seated inside her snug warmth.
Slowly, we set a rhythm that causes Cece to throw her head back and moan out an orgasm that pulsates her walls around my cock. Sucking my release from my damn soul until I can’t see straight.
“Holy fuck, baby, you feel so damn good. Tight, raw, pliant.”
She smiles as she collapses against me, her lips landing on mine. That’s it…closed mouth, eyes twinkling with contentment, and it’s the single best kiss I’ve ever had.
When her eyes become droopy, I pull the plug, and we dry off without a sound. After tucking her into bed, I lie beside her until I’m certain she’s asleep.
Quietly, I get dressed and head downstairs to find Holy and Della coming through the front door. Motioning towards my office, Holy lifts his chin in understanding.
“Dad!” Della smiles as wide as ever. “Is Cece home? I thought she might like to try this new embossing machine with me?” Her eyes wander to the stairs to see if she’s coming.
“She’s asleep, but I have the feeling she’ll be down in a couple of hours. I’ll have Yelena make you girls dinner so you can craft. I’m going to need to borrow your husband for a couple of hours tonight, though.”
My daughter's knowing gaze shifts from me to her husband and back before she concedes and heads to her home office.
The pride I have for her swells as we hear her hum as she moves around. Holy follows me into my office, where I lay out the plan for him. And after surveilling the bastard’s house until the sunset, we wait for the lights to flick off and slip in through the feebly locked door.
Before he can take another breath in his sleep, I’ve snapped his neck. Cece’s peace of mind the only thing I care about.