His Soft Spot

part one {One}

{ A/N: Hello and welcome to my book!! I'm so excited to share my writing with y'all.

This book contains smut (lots of it) swearing (lots of it) and blood like topics, along with some other touchy things.

So your normal Wattpad books...

The beginning of this book starts off rocky just like any other book, but like any other book, it brings you into a thrilling story line.

So don't give up on me.

Please.

On another note, please don't comment things referring to the book 'Sold to the Mafia' this is a complete different book with a whole different story line, and I and other authors can all agree that our stories being compared to other ones does not make us feel all that good. So you can think that this is like that book, but it is know where close.

Enjoy 'His Soft Spot' !! }

I walked through the front door of my old wooden house that my dad and I lived in together.

"D- dad? Are you home?" I stuttered. My dad doesn't scare me, but at the same time, he does.

"Ah, you're finally back." My dad sighed as he walked up to me. He wasn't the best dad a person could ask for, he was a drug addict. He stole my money and claims he uses it on food and other important shit. But I know he really just buys more drugs.

"Do you have the money?" He asked me.

"Yeah." I mumbled, "but I want to keep it." I bowed my head down and looked at my feet.

"Why?" My dad snapped "I need the money to buy the food and clothing."

"Oh please dad. we both know you just use it to buy drugs." I scoffed "I earned this money, here's an idea. Why don't you get off your ass and get your own money? Get your own job."

"How dare you talk to me that way" my dad growled. Seconds later I heard his palm slap against my cheek. I whimpered as I backed away from him. "Now give me the money."

I sighed then gave him the envelope that held the money.

"I'm going to take a shower." I mumbled.

"Don't take too long, I need your ass back down here in 10 minutes." My dad ordered.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I said so." I took that as he ended the conversation so I just nodded my head 'okay' then walked up the old wooden staircase leading to the second floor. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

After about three minutes of being in the shower, I heard my dad pound his fist on the door. "Get your ass out here now!" He yelled.

I quickly got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my naked body. I could tell he was in a bad mood so I didn't want to fart around and piss him off even more.

I didn't care that I was in just a towel, he was my dad after all. Plus, I didn't want to waste any time because if I did I knew there was going to be a beating as punishment.

I sighed as I walked down the stairs. My life isn't the most ideal. In fact, anyone who would want my life would be messed up on some type of drug.

As I walked into the living room I saw three men dressed in black suits surrounding my dad. What were these men doing in my house?

"What's going on?" I finally asked as I wrapped my arms around my body to make sure my towel wouldn't fall off of me.

"You are going to go with these men" my dad replied.