It was just you and him in his office.
He'd called you in to talk, and you figured it'd be something simple—maybe he'd ask you to make him a sandwich or help him with something small.
But the second you stepped in, you could feel the shift. The air was thick with tension.
He leaned forward, eyes scanning you slowly.
"I need you to do something for me, baby," he said.
You perked up a little.
"Okay, Daddy. Anything for you."
He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly, exuding calm dominance.
"I've got a deal tonight. I need you to sit in with me. Johnny's out—busted leg—and I need someone to have my back, just in case shit goes sideways."
Your heart picked up speed. It felt like your throat was closing in on itself.
Truthfully? You were scared. But you didn't dare show it.
"Now listen, doll," he continued, narrowing his eyes slightly, "you weren't my first option. But I got this feeling... that I can trust you."
He smirked. "A little. Don't let that shit go to your head."
You swallowed hard, unsure what to say—but you had to say something. You could already see the irritation building in his eyes.
"Okay, Daddy," you said quickly. "What do you need me to do?"
"I just need you to sit that pretty face beside me and listen to everything. Don't miss a single detail. But also—watch. Pay attention to how they move, how they talk. Demeanor is everything."
He stood from his chair and walked over to you, stopping just inches in front of you.
"What if something happens?" you asked, your voice shaky. "Like... what if they start shooting or something?"
He looked down at you, calm as ever.
"Don't worry, doll. You'll have a gun to shoot back."
Your eyes widened.
Me? With a gun?
Your thoughts were interrupted when he gently touched your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his.
"Can you handle it, baby?" he asked—his tone rough, but not unkind. He wasn't pressuring you. Just... asking.
You hesitated.
This was dangerous. You'd never even fired a gun before. But he trusted you—at least a little.
And you'd do anything for J.
Even if that meant pulling a trigger tonight.
You took a breath, then stood up, meeting him eye to eye.
"Yes, Daddy. I can handle it."
A slow smirk spread across his lips.
"I knew you had it in you, doll."
Then he leaned in and kissed you—softly, deliberately—as if sealing the deal.
