Every Good Girl Needs A Bad Boy

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Flash-err.. forward?

6 Months Later

Brantley
"Baby girl, I'm home!" I hollered as I walked into our house. I was muddy head to toe, and still in all my camo. Probably had a little blood on me too. I had been at the farm in Alabama, doing some hunting between shows. Like the big teddy bear that I am, I couldn't stand to be away from Bella any longer, and she was climbing the walls wanting me home. So I came out the woods, got in the truck, and drove home. "Daddy!!!" Bella squealed, running down the stairs. When she had about 3 steps left to descend, she leaped off of the stairs and into my arms, giggling like a maniac. "You're home!" She smiled brightly. "Well hello to you too pretty girl. Missed me?" I chuckled and spun her around. Bella nodded rapidly. I set her down and reached for my bag, "I got you a little somethin.." I said as I reached into my bag for the tshirt I found Bella. "What did you get me?" Bella blushed and giggled again. Damn I loved that giggle. "Kolby and I went out to grab a bite to eat, and they had an adult novelty shop on the same block. They had this little number in the window, and I couldn't pass it up." I smirked and showed her. Snatching the crop top from my hands, Bella laughed out loud. "Oh it's so perfect! I'm wearing it today!" She giggled and whipped off the pink tshirt she already had on. "Goddamn girl..." I growled at all of the exposed skin and the black lace bra. Bella paused with her new shirt in her hands. "Like what you see Daddy?" She purred. I growled again and yanked her to me by the throat. "Mmm.. you're goddamn right I do little girl." I rumbled and kissed her deeply. Bella moaned into my mouth. We broke apart and I helped her into the new shirt, grinning proudly. Damn my baby girl was gorgeous. She had on some cut off daisy dukes, pink converse shoes, the tshirt I bought her, exposing her belly, and a slim black leather collar I bought her a while back. Her new shirt said "Daddy's Little Girl", in a bold font. Bella was headed out to do an interview, and I raised an eyebrow. "You gonna go to a live interview in that shirt?" I chuckled. "Darn right I am. What can I say? I feel like making a statement." She giggled. I followed her to the garage, but stopped her as she went to get into her car. "If you're gonna make a statement, you might as well go all out Princess..." I teased, taking her keys from her. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Take the Cougar baby.." I handed her the keys to the '68. Her eyes widened. "But.. no one drives the Cougar but you, that's your baby!" She exclaimed. "Nah, the Cougar is just a car. You're my baby. Enjoy." I kissed her quickly and helped her into the vintage muscle car. Bella purred and out the top down. She slid on her pink Ray-Ban aviators, and snatched the black ball cap off of my head. I grinned. "Be careful on the road. Love you little girl." I rumbled and kissed her once more. "I love you too Daddy." Bella smiled and revved the engine. I chuckled as she hauled ass down the driveway, and hit the highway wide ass open. That's my girl..