29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
MARGERY
T here was a short silence before Clinton and Dahmere started sniggering. She looked between the two of them and Daddy, not understanding why they were laughing. It wasn’t a joke. She knew Daddy was involved in some shady business. What if Officer Matthias was pretending to be a dirty cop, but in reality, he was just gaining evidence against him?
“Matthias? A cop?” Clinton chuckled. “Ain’t no way.”
She looked at Daddy. Maybe he would give her some insight. What was he thinking? She knew he was smarter than this, and yet it didn’t seem like he was. There was no reason to trust a dirty cop, even if they showed loyalty to a group. They could just be lying through their teeth.
Margery looked back at Matthias to find him staring at her already. She moved from foot to foot, not liking his attention. It was intense, like he was looking into her soul. Why was he glaring at her like that?
She took a step closer to Daddy and gripped his hand harder than she ever had. Dahmere and Clinton were still chuckling every now and then.
“She thought he was a cop. Who thinks he’s a cop?” Dahmere laughed.
Did they not know Matthias was a cop? Did she just out him? Her eyes roamed up and down his body, trying to figure out whether he had a gun on him or not. How was she going to warn Daddy about it? Matthias was going to have much faster reflexes than her.
“He’s not a cop,” Daddy finally spoke.
She looked up at him in shock. What did he mean he wasn’t a cop? He had the uniform and answered when she called nine-one-one. Had Officer Matthias been lying to them?
“I promise he is a cop. He showed up at my door whenever I called nine-one-one. I’m not making this up. He really is a police officer,” she rushed out.
Nobody seemed to believe her on anything important she said. Officer Matthias didn’t her when she talked about Ethan stalking her. Adalisa didn’t either. Was anyone going to believe her? She was right every single time, but nobody could see it.
“I promise you he’s not a cop. You want to know why?”
She looked at Daddy, waiting for him to explain how he wasn’t a cop. She wished she had taken a video whenever he came over to show that he was a cop. Maybe then they would believe her.
“He’s not a cop because he works for me. I couldn’t have the authorities conducting an investigation, so I had our tech guy, Rolo, make sure that any time you called nine-one-one, it went to Matthias’s phone number instead.”
Her mouth hung open as his words sunk in. There was no way what he was saying was true. She remembered what she had seen and heard. It was real, very real.
“You remember me telling you about not involving innocent people so they didn’t get hurt?” Daddy asked. “I couldn’t allow that would happen. So anytime you called nine-one-one, it went to Matthias’ phone, and he would handle it.”
How many times had she been lied to? How many things were still a lie? Was everything built on something false? Was Ethan lying to her right now, and he wasn’t actually the Ethan she knew years ago? Could he have taken the skin from his body right after he died and transplanted it onto his body?
She let go of Daddy’s hand and ran the palms of her hand down her face. Everything was getting to be too much.
“Wait.” Her eyes went wide. She quickly turned toward Matthias and stared at him. “You were the one that saved me from almost getting raped.”
He nodded. Margery knew there was something familiar about that guy who had rescued her. She couldn’t put it together back then, but it was all making sense now.
“Your phone rang when you told me to call nine-one-one.”
He nodded once again.
“That time, he let it go through, so you actually reached the police.” Ethan grabbed her hand.
“Why were you there to begin with?” she asked.
That part didn’t make sense. She hadn’t called nine-one- one before he arrived. How did he know she was going to be in danger?
“He got there just in time,” Daddy answered for him. “He was on his way to drop something off for me.”
Her mouth fell open. Oh, my goodness.
“The stuffed zebra,” she whispered.
“Bingo.” Matthias’s deep voice filled the room.
“You were the one to place it. I thought it was one of the police officers. I freaked out.”
“Such a pretty sight,” Daddy murmured against her cheek.
“Wait. So you’re telling me Matthias actually dressed up as a police officer and took her call whenever she dialed nine-one-one?” Clinton asked.
“This is amazing. I never thought I would actually see the day he was someone else but himself,” Dahmere laughed.
“Dude, shut up,” Clinton argued.
“Make me.”
“Is that a dare?”
Margery wasn’t paying attention to them. Her mind was on the fact that Matthias had impersonated a police officer. She guessed she should be thankful since Ethan was thinking of innocent people. If they had gotten involved and looked into things, would he have killed them?
“Clinton. Dahmere. Shut the fuck up,” Daddy growled.
They quieted and turned their attention to them.
“I just can’t believe it. I would have loved to see him dressed up like that. Marg, did you happen to get a picture of him?” Clinton asked. “I would love to have a picture of that. Maybe frame it and put it up somewhere, or we could print over a hundred of them and place them all around our houses.”
Her jaw hit the floor. Did he have a death sentence? Clinton was pretty scary, but Matthias was terrifying. The way he glared at her or anyone in the kitchen.
“Shut the fuck up!” Matthias roared.
She shrunk in on herself and pushed up against Daddy. Shit. She needed to remember not to get on his bad side or do anything to anger him.
“His bark is worse than his bite,” Dahmere whispered. “Don’t be fooled. He’s a big softie once you get to know him.”
Margery shook her head. She did not believe him for one second.
“Not going to believe me?” Dahmere asked.
She looked over at Daddy, not wanting to entertain the question.
If Matthias had said that about Dahmere, she probably would have believed him. Okay, she wouldn’t have since Dahmere was a big, muscular guy. She didn’t want to get on the wrong side of any of them.
What if she did while Daddy was out? What if they decided they had enough and hurt her? What then? Daddy wouldn’t be there to save her then.
Or what if Daddy went away on a trip, and they decided they didn’t like her for him? What if they took that time to torture her slowly and kill her before Daddy arrived back home?
“You must be thinking something pretty horrible,” Clinton noticed.
“You okay, Little one?” Daddy asked .
She looked up at Daddy and gave him a small nod. She didn’t want to give away what she was thinking. What if it actually became a reality? She didn’t want the guys to know and make it worse.
She just needed to be on her best behavior when she was in front of his men.
“Are you sure, Little one?” Daddy sounded concerned.
This time, she looked away from everybody. She hated lying to him, but she definitely didn’t want to talk about it in front of all of them. That was a suicide mission.
“Uncomfortable?” Daddy asked.
“I think she’s just afraid of us. I mean, we aren’t the best-looking. Probably scared and overwhelmed with everything,” Clinton suggested.
“You don’t have to be afraid of them. We’re all on the same side. They are my men, and I trust them.”
Daddy trusted them, and they trusted him. But they didn’t know her. She didn’t trust them. That may make her a bad person, but she didn’t really care. She didn’t know them at all.
“I think Little Miss will just need to spend some time with all of us to get more comfortable. We can all be uncles,” Dahmere said.
“You know, that is the first smart thing you’ve said all day. I like that idea. We’re all family, and you’re a Little, we can be your uncles. I’m Uncle Clint or Uncle Clinton. He can be Uncle Dahmere. And Matthias over there can be Uncle Math,” Clinton explained.
Matthias growled, and she took a step closer to Daddy. When he was impersonating the police officer, he was scary but definitely more welcoming. Margery tried to remember that, but it was difficult. The way he was acting now was terrifying.
Margery was starting to get a headache from thinking about everything. Too much had gone on in such a short amount of time. Her hands went to her temples, and she started to massage them.
“Got a headache?” Daddy asked. “I’ve got some medicine right here for you.”
She watched as he opened up a cabinet and got some pills. Daddy grabbed her a glass of water before handing her everything.
“Juice? Or tea?” she asked.
Margery did not like water at all. It was nasty and tasteless. Who wanted to drink that? Definitely not her.
“Daddy gave you water, so you’re drinking water.”
She sighed and took a sip of water before taking the medicine. Daddy left no room for argument, and she wasn’t about to defy him in front of his men. What if they got angry and wanted to harm her?
“I figured she was going to put up more of a fight,” Dahmere sounded disappointed.
“It’s because we’re here. She’s a little nervous around her uncles. But soon she won’t have to be,” Clinton added. “Well, she might be nervous around Uncle Math all the time. Sometimes, I still get nervous around him.”
She looked over at Clinton in disbelief. He was nervous around Matthias? There was no way. While Matthias was taller and more muscular, Clinton wasn’t a small man .
Uncle Clinton had a twinkle in his eye, and she knew he just lied. But why? It didn’t make any sense.
“He’s trying to make you comfortable,” Daddy whispered in her ear.
Her eyebrows raised as she continued to look at Uncle Clinton. She had not expected him to do that. For him to be so thoughtful.
“I’m the fun uncle,” he said. “If you want a lecture, go to Uncle Dahmere. And if you want a glare and the silent treatment, go to Uncle Math.”
“Hey! I don’t give lectures,” Uncle Dahmere sounded offended.
“You do. The other day, you gave me a lecture about giving Sydney chocolate.”
“That’s because you gave her four bars. Who gives a Little four bars at one time?”
“Uhh me?” Uncle Clinton said in a duh tone.
“You were trying to put her on a sugar high! I didn’t need that!”
Sydney was Dahmere’s girl? Margery was having a hard time keeping up with everything.
“Sydney is a Little who Dahmere is interested in,” Daddy whispered.
She nodded and continued to look at Uncle Dahmere and Uncle Clinton.
“She is mine!” Dahmere turned to Daddy. “Don’t you fucking say otherwise.”
“Doesn’t seem like it,” Uncle Clinton muttered.
“She’s nervous. She grew up with us and knows what we do. Does she want to live like this for the rest of her life?” Dahmere raised his voice. “I’m trying not to pressure her.”
“If it were me, I would tie her to my bed and not let her leave until she knew she was mine and wasn’t going anywhere,” Matthias finally spoke.
Her mouth hung open. Margery felt bad for whoever this Sydney girl was. Who wanted to live like that? She had struggled with staying in Daddy’s room for several days, but to be tied to the bed. Absolute torture.
“Well, that took a turn,” Uncle Clinton commented.
“Did you need something, Matthias?” Daddy asked.
She looked over and waited for him to say something. Matthias looked at her and then at Daddy.
“The shipment is ready,” Matthias announced.
Her eyebrows went up. Shipment of what? Daddy didn’t talk about getting any shipments.
“What shipment?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
Margery wanted to know, and she was going to ask the question until he answered. Maybe then he would get annoyed and tell her. But what she didn’t expect was for him to answer it right away.
“A shipment of girls,” Matthias said it like it was no big deal.
She opened her mouth, getting ready to ask so many questions.
“I’ll be back. You can roam around the house, but you won’t be able to leave.” Daddy kissed the top of her head.
Was he leaving now? What did he mean by girls? Was this the skins he was talking about earlier? Did he sell them? Was he going to sell her? What had he gotten himself into?
“You be a good girl for Uncle Dahmere and Clinton. I don’t want to hear that you were naughty and need a spanking when I get back,” Daddy calmly said.
Her mouth hung open. Was he really going to ignore the fact that she was shocked by what they had just said?
“I think you broke her,” Clinton chuckled.
“Don’t think it was appropriate to say that in front of her,” Dahmere chimed in.
“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion” Daddy exclaimed. “I’ll explain the basics when I get back. But until then, you be a good girl for Uncle Clinton and Uncle Dahmere. Don’t go anywhere else but the house, and don’t try anything.”
Before she could say anything, Daddy kissed her forehead and went out of the kitchen with Matthias.