Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5)
Her Daddy’s Jewel
Laylah Roberts
Contents
Her Daddy’s Jewel
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Trigger Warning
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
Her Daddy’s Jewel
Laylah Roberts
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Her Daddy’s Jewel
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Trigger Warning
Please be aware that our heroine has a darker past than the other heroines in my books. She’s experienced past abuse, trauma and rape. The rape was years ago and doesn’t occur on-page, but she is still dealing with some of the after-effects.
If this is a trigger for you, please read with caution or you might wish to give this book a miss.
Prologue
Grabbing her around the waist, he spun her towards the wall.
Her heart raced. His large hands grasped hers, pinning them to the wall as he pressed himself against her back.
“You’re not going anywhere. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting you leave me.”
Her hands were transferred to one of his and held above her head. She was helpless. Unable to move. Her mouth was dry, her heart in her throat, and she couldn’t answer. Couldn’t do anything except whimper.
It should have frightened her, but instead of tensing or attempting to fight back, her body wanted to melt into his. To give him whatever he wanted. A heaviness invaded her limbs.
Obey him.
No. This wasn’t right. She tried to fight the feeling.
He moved his free hand to the front of her throat, his mouth down to her ear.
“Who do you belong to?”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Biting the inside of her cheek, she stood there, unable to move.
Thump-thump-thump.
He pushed himself against her.
“Obviously, you don’t know. That’s my fault . . . ”
1
A week earlier
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Jewel forced herself to take a long, shuddering breath.
This wasn’t her.
She wasn’t this scared little girl, sitting in the corner with her legs tucked up to her chest, face hidden in her knees.
She was a kickass bitch who took no prisoners.
Tell Jewel that Maxwell said hi.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How was this happening? How was this her life again? It was him. It was because of him. He did this to her.
Tell Jewel that Maxwell said hi.
She should have run. She should have run far and fast. But she’d been scared to leave this life.
And now it was her fault he was in danger, that he was being threatened to keep her in line.
She’d cut herself off from everyone to protect them. Yet in the end, he’d found her biggest vulnerability.
Selfish.
She’d been selfish. She didn’t deserve this life. With friends. With people who gave a fuck.
He was meant to be dead. Why wasn’t he dead?
Because you’re just that fucking unlucky.
How many people have to live through their own personal nightmare twice?
Tell Jewel that Maxwell said hi.
Surely it wasn’t him. It had to be someone else fucking with her.
But who? God, she didn’t know. Why torture her like this? Notes on her car, phone calls where the person would just hang up.
And then the photos.
Fuck. The photos.
Her breath came in sharp pants. They were what had sent her over the edge. Sent her into hiding. But she couldn’t keep living like this. She was giving herself an ulcer. She couldn’t eat or sleep. She simply sat in her apartment and waited.
Think, Jewel.
What are
you going to do?
Reyes had promised her that he was dead. He’d paid a shitload of money to get rid of him. To give her a new life.
The room around her started to spin. Fuck. She was going to be sick.
Toughen up, Jewel. You’re stronger than this. You have to be. Nobody is going to save you. You need to save yourself.
She wished she could go to Reyes. She wanted to. She wanted to lay this problem at his feet. Wanted someone else to solve this for her. But it was far too risky. Maxwell would destroy anyone who came between them.
This is why it didn’t pay to get close to people.
“You’re strong. You’re tough. You’re a badass bitch.”
If only this was some fairytale.
But it wasn’t. And she was no princess in the tower. She didn’t need a white knight. She needed a monster. Someone bigger, stronger, nastier than the evil stalking her.
“I need a freaking miracle.”
Forcing herself out of the corner, she slowly walked over to the table where she’d spread the photos out.
She ran her hand over her face then tugged at her hair. She stared in horror as strands of hair came away in her hand.
She was losing her hair.
That bastard was stressing her out so much, that she was falling apart.
She knew he would be enjoying this. Torturing her. She ran her finger over a photo. She’d do anything to protect him. Even walk back into her nightmare. Turning the photo over, she read the message on the back. There was just an address.
The arrogant bastard expected her to come to him. She knew that it was all a mind-fuck. Why take her? Why risk a scene when he could make her come to him?
And she was going to do it.
Going to her bedroom, she drew out a duffel bag and packed some clothes. On her way out the door, she grabbed her handbag and the photos. She stood at the door. Deep breath in. Out.
This place had been the only real home she’d ever known.
Straightening her shoulders, she headed out the door.
She no longer had a home.
Jewel stared down at her phone. She knew Reyes hadn’t bought that bullshit about her helping a friend. But from what Sunny had told her, he was up to his eyeballs in his own stuff.
She let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself. It had taken her a few days of travel to get here. To the address on the back of the photo.
Sure, she hadn’t been in a rush. Her car was also a piece of crap. If that fucker was in a hurry for her to get to him, then he was out of luck. She erased her phone’s memory before powering it off. Then she tried to find that place inside herself. The place where nothing could hurt her.
She attempted to go numb.
After Reyes had helped her escape him that first time, it had taken her so long to start to feel. To allow herself to be happy. To trust.
Fuck.
For such a short while, she’d been fucking happy. And now he was taking that from her.
And she was. So. Fucking. Mad.
Easy, Jewel. Breathe.
Getting mad wasn’t going to help. Maxwell liked her compliant. He liked knowing that he’d tamed her. That she would obey his every whim.
That’s what she needed to do. Be his obedient little puppet.
Yeah.
Fuck. That.
Gathering up her courage, she left her stuff behind as she got out of her shitty little car and started walking towards the dark, abandoned-looking warehouse.
Striding confidently towards the front door, she shoved it open. She was here on time. Eight pm. It was already dark; the street lights didn’t reach this far back. Once she got inside the warehouse, it was creepy as hell.
Show no fear.
Her heart pounded so hard she felt ill, but she refused to let it show. Tossing back her hair, she walked into the middle of the large space. The place was mostly empty, a few old packing crates and by the smell of it, some dead animals.
A run-down, dirty, smelly warehouse wasn’t Maxwell’s scene. In fact, he was kind of a germaphobe so she was shocked he’d even come here.
How the fuck had he survived? Reyes was going to be so pissed if he ever found out. He’d used all his savings to have the asshole taken out, to give her a new life, a new identity.
She made her way forward. This was the only way she had of protecting them all.
Her friends. Her family.
Standing in the middle of the warehouse, she tapped her foot impatiently. How hard was it going to be to act like a mouse again?
“Well?” she called out. “I’m here. How long am I expected to wait?”
Silence.
Fuck. What if he’d brought her out here to lure her away from her home to . . . what?
Maybe he’s brought you here to kill you.
“Are you here? Because I’m leaving soon. I didn’t come here to stand around in some dark, smelly pit of a building.”
“My, haven’t we become awfully mouthy.” The silken voice filled the warehouse. It was the voice from her nightmares. The one she’d tried so hard to forget.
Her insides quivered, fear nearly threatening to unravel her.
Part of her had hoped that someone was just playing a cruel trick on her. If it was just one of his lackeys, she could have handled it.
They weren’t her nightmare. They weren’t her personal demon.
He was.
And the fucker was alive.
Fear threatened to send her to her knees.
“I’m going to have to cure you of that now, aren’t I? Turn you back into my obedient pet.”
Like a worm slithering from the ground, he appeared. He moved towards her, dressed in some expensive-as-fuck suit that likely cost more than she made in a month.
She could smell his aftershave as he grew closer. It was cloying, horrid, it filled her mouth and made her want to vomit.
Or maybe that was just him.
Maybe his cologne would be sexy on someone else. On him, it just smelt like oppression, torture, misery.
That would be a great way to sell it, huh? Buy this cologne and you too can become a narcissistic psychopath.
Eau de psycho.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you smiling?”
Was she? She reached up to touch her lips with her forefinger. She winced. She’d pulled off so much of her nail that the tip of her finger was bleeding.
“Maybe I’m just pleased to see you,” she forced herself to say.
“Is that so?”
She squinted, wishing she could see him. Maxwell had always looked like perfection. Beautiful. Handsome. There wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t gorgeous.
On the outside.
The inside was rotten. He was filled with maggots and decay.
“Somehow, I think you’re lying to me. You ran away from me. Hid from me.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“And you thought you were free. Too bad for you that you were wrong, hmm?”
He took another step, right into a patch of moonlight. It was a deliberate move, made to intimidate.
She sucked in a breath. Because this wasn’t the Maxwell she remembered. His cheekbones were higher. His nose, narrower. His hair was dark, not blond. If it wasn’t for those eyes . . .
No, she realized now as she looked closer that he wasn’t as different as she’d first thought. He’d had surgery, changed his appearance. Why?
“W-what happened to you?” She didn’t have to fake her shock.
“You didn’t hear? I guess you were too busy scurrying away like a rat escaping a sinking ship, hmm?”
“Hear?”
“That I was nearly killed in a fire. Well, the fire came after I was shot. See, that’s what people need to learn. Always make sure that your mark is dead before leaving them. Because making a rookie mistake like that can come back to haunt you.”
Please don’t let him see anything in my face.
She thought she had a pretty good p
oker face; however, it was about to be tested.
Where were all his goons? Maxwell never traveled without someone watching his back.
“Did you have anything to do with the attempt on my life?”
“Me? No.” She congratulated herself on her calm. When she wanted to scream. When she wanted to cry that it wasn’t fucking fair.
She was hardly the rat. It was him. How the fuck had he survived? What had he done? Made a deal with the devil?
Probably.
“I’m not so sure. Why change your identity if you thought I was dead?”
She shrugged. “I thought whoever killed you might come after me.”
Stepping forward, he grabbed her chin. Hard. Her heart raced. Her brain screamed at her to run. But she kept her ground. Because where was she going to run to? He’d found her.
There was no escaping.
“I expected some fucking loyalty,” he spat out. His fingers were bruising. So sore that tears appeared in her eyes.
How was she going to survive this? This was nothing. She knew he could and would do worse.
“Loyalty? From me?”
“Yes. Fucking loyalty. Like my men showed me. Like Oscar, who risked his life to drag me from the fire and was injured in the process.”
Fucking Oscar. He was on her shit list.
No Christmas card for him this year.
Okay, Jewel. Losing your mind here.
“While I was in a coma, getting my face reconstructed because of the damage it sustained in the fire, they stuck by me. Helping me rebuild what I could in the background, while searching for whoever attempted to kill me.”