Sammi and Daddy Pay the Price (Forbidden Fruit Tastes Sweet #6)

Chapter 1

“You go find my daughter, and you put ten guys around her that will put their balls on the line to keep her safe, we clear?”

I listen to the affirmative on the other end of the phone unable to shake the image of Sammi huddled against the headboard in our bedroom at the penthouse, her eyes pleading with me to stop the horror show that was unfolding.

“We’re on it. The boss knows too.” Guiseppe one of the Marchetti family’s concierges sounds assuring but it doesn’t stop the red rage bubbling in my blood. “Sit tight, we’ll be in touch.”

He signs off as I jab a finger at the red dot on the screen and thrust my hand through the bars at the guard.

“Get me my phone. I don’t want to be asking to make a call when I need to.”

Anger roils in my belly as my balls twinge and ache. I missed my morning cum dump into my daughter’s pussy because cops were banging on my door at four fucking am.

I’m not sure who the new head of the sex crimes division here, but these fuckers came to my home, dragged me out in cuffs with Sammi there crying, put me in the back of a fucking squad car put me through the regular intake process.

Empty your pockets. Put on this jumpsuit.

Fuck that.

The peon fresh out of the academy got an earful about who I work for, a subtle outline of my particular line of work.

Lucky for him, a more seasoned cop came through the door and set things straight.

Result is, I’m in my street clothes, but my keys, wallet, and cell had already been logged in, and getting me safety to a holding cell before I did something I couldn’t undue took precedence.

Fuckers.

“I’ll get it from intake…” The gray-haired cop on our payroll swallows hard, and a stab of pain shoots behind my left eye.

“What?” I bark, my voice echoing off the cinder-block walls. “You got something else to say?”

“No, sir…” He turns and walks down the hall without another comment.

I need to know Sammi is safe and the look of fear on her face when they took me away will stay

with me forever. My daughter is my world and keeping her safe and smiling has become the center of my soul.

I shouldn’t even be here. But my soon to be ex, Susan, made a call to the sexual crimes hotline, accusing me of touching Sammi for years.

Years.

Fuck that. I’m not the most law-abiding guy in the world, but you touch a kid? Naw.

Nothing happened between us until that night under the fireworks and solidly in the over eighteen age bracket. Am I still a perverted fucker because she’s also my step-daughter? Sure. But, were laws broken?

No.

I’ve removed more than one set of cock and balls from men that did the unthinkable to children.

I didn’t touch Sammi until she was legal.

But Susan found out the real, real about Sammi and me a couple days ago when she followed us to a private boutique where I had a shopping spree set up for my girl.

I paid to have the discreet store all to ourselves, and of course I ended up balls deep in her sweet little snatch with a cute as fuck gold and diamond set of kitty ears on her head, bent over a glass case filled with solid gold and platinum butt plugs, collars, and other assorted kinky high-end fun.

And as soon as I stuffed her full of ten inches of Daddy dick, there was Susan, outside the glass door where there was a half inch break in the curtains that covered the front windows of the storefront.

With her phone in her hand recording us, she flipped me off as I dumped my balls into Sammi wearing a custom-fitted pink leather and chrome-ringed outfit.

She ran like a rat when our eyes connected. I didn’t think she would go this far, but her posh lifestyle is disappearing, and jealousy and fear make people do stupid shit.

And now here I am, with annoying as fuck fluorescent lights flickering and buzzing over my head, making my temples pound.

“Has this fucking city not heard of LED’s?” I grumble as I drop myself down onto the edge of the cot, which whines at my bulk. There’s a leather recliner in the corner of the cell, and a makeshift mini bar next to it, but they couldn’t upgrade the fucking cot?

Not the usual set up for a man in holding, but working for the Marchetti family brings its perks.

My possessiveness over my step-daughter has multiplied infinitely since I first got a lick of her pussy that night under the stars by the pool.

I’m insatiable when it comes to her, and getting through this bullshit accusation from my soon-to-be ex-wife, and back to my little girl’s hot little baby maker, is turning me feral.

The pre-nup with her mother is iron-clad, but even so, I gave her a hell of a settlement just to try to be a stand-up guy…

No, that's not true, it was to buy a fast and easy way out of a marriage that never was more than a well-intentioned mistake.

Sammi and I will never want for anything. I’ve got enough money to keep us in whatever luxury we want for the rest of our lives, but my work… As violent and bloody as it is sometimes, it suits me.

I’ll barely miss the money I gave Susan, but I know she was behind this hellacious charge of violating my sweet daughter before she was of legal age. It’s complete and utter bullshit, and after I get out of here and make sure Sammi is okay, I’m coming for my pound of flesh.

“Phillip.” A deep, familiar voice comes from behind and I swivel my head as two long shadows cut across the stained concrete floor, moving through the steel bars like they aren’t there.

It’s my best friend and another enforcer with the Marchetti family, Luca. His black suit impeccable as always. I’m in jeans and a white t-shirt, the closest clothes I could grab as the cops stood in the bedroom, as I dressed doing my best to comfort my crying daughter.

“You get Sammi?” I snap at Luca.

He’s my best friend, but my patience has zero flex right now. He’ll understand. He and Sammi have a special relationship. Under my rules and supervision, of course.

“They already had her here.” He clears his throat, rolling his head around before finishing with a shrug and a sniff. “She’s in interrogation—”

“Interrogation!” I fist the bars with both hands and pull, channeling my inner Bruce Banner, willing the metal to bend and snap as a vein in my forehead throbs. Anger surges through me in white-hot waves. “They were supposed to leave her at the fucking penthouse!”

Luca shrugs. “Some new hotshot in the sex crimes division didn’t get the memo. That’s why you’re here, and she’s sitting in a cold room with two detectives.”

Fucking Susan.

Susan had zero issue when Sammi said she wanted to come live at the penthouse with me while she got her shit out of the house.

Shit, she’s been banging the twenty-year-old bartender at the Cadence Club for a month, and she saw a free ticket for working her way through the Kama Sutra with her new boy-toy in every room of the house without Sammi there to cramp her style.

“Get her out of that room,” I order. “And get me out of here! Enough bullshit, Luca, we own this force, so fix this.”

Luca turns at the scrape of a door from down the hall, and Dennis Murphy, the police chief, emerges from the shadows.

“This is all… I’m fucking sorry, you guys.” Dennis looks like he’s seen a ghost. I’m sure he got a calm, terrifying call from my boss and saw his life flash before his eyes.

“You better be. Where’s fucking Sammi?” I step back from the bars, sweeping my hand across the wooden desk bolted to the floor, sending the still steaming coffee mug, along with notepads, pens, and one of those squishy stress-relievers, crashing to the cement floor.

“I moved her into the Marchetti suite. I came as soon as I found out. You know I wouldn’t leave you hanging out to dry.

” Dennis knows the score. His brow is furrowed, and dark circles shadow under his eyes.

“I’ve got my best female deputy with her.

I told her I was going to get you and escort you personally to her. She’s pretty upset.”

“Of course she’s pretty upset! What the fuck?” I rake my hand over my head as the keys clank, the bolt thunks, and the hinges squeal.

A minute later, I’m stomping down the hall behind the chief, with Luca next to me, heaving hot breaths in and out as I consider my options for dealing with my wife, but right now, Sammi is my focus.

Even through my rage, my cock is growing under my jeans. I reach down and give the insatiable fucker a squeeze through the front of my pants and hear Luca choke on a chuckle.

He knows the power of my little girl.

I let him watch us that night at the club when I showed her off, then because it turned me the fuck on, and Sammi was down, I let her suck him off while I fucked her tight teenage pussy.

I’m not sure how often I’ll let that happen, I’m a possessive fucker but in the moment, it was hot, and I trust Luca to never, ever cross that line without my enthusiastic and crystal-clear consent.

The rest of the walk is a blur until the door swings open, I’m inside the room with Sammi sitting there red-eyed, and I want to burn the fucking place down.

The young female deputy has her hand on Sammi’s leg, the table in front of her filled with mini-bags of Cheetos, gummi worms and soda as well as coloring books, and what looks like everything they could conjure to try to calm her down.

“Shit should have never happened,” I growl at the chief who is holding the door open.

“I’ll want a full rundown of how this shit happened.

I should have been dialed in on this, not hauled out of my bed at 4 am and having Sammi scared half to fucking death.

Now, get out!” I yell, and the deputy knocks the chair over, scurrying for the door.

“That door doesn’t open until I open it. Got it?”

The chief nods, and Luca snaps his tongue along his teeth. “I’ll guard the door. You take all the time you need.”