Darkest Times

13

"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na" I giggled.

"Batman! Batman!" Destiny giggled.

I sighed. She was too good at this game!

"Chloe!" Daddy yelled. "Package for you!"

I ran over to him and touched the package. I looked at him with happy eyes. I had a feeling what it was. But I had a feeling I was wrong.

I opened it, thinking it was a onesie or a pacifier. Or even a new toy.

Inside, however, was a new hat and some tickets.

I read the tickets and gasped.

Syracuse Mets vs Lehigh Valley IronPigs
Monday, June 24th 2019

"How?!" I asked. "How is this possible?!"

"Well we have a show in Syracuse next week." Daddy chuckled. "And I figured that we go see a Mets game."

"You're the best daddy ever!!!" I squealed as I smothered him in love.

"You're welcome." Daddy replied. "I love spoiling you."

"Yeah and you like it when I spoil you in bed." I giggled like the flirty brat I was. "And when I'm happy, you're happy."

"Goofball." Daddy giggled as he tapped my booty.

"I know you are." I giggle.

"Okay love birds enough!" Mr. Dixon, Allan's father, said.

"What's wrong dad?" Daddy asked.

"Gino called." Mr. Dixon said. "We got a contact in Harlem that needs to be safely delivered to me."

"Where is he?" I asked.

**Que flashback**

Date: August 24th 2018

I walked behind a man. He looked nice. Dirty-blonde hair. Green eyes. Oof. So sad that I had to do this.

I pulled out my gun and grabbed him.

"What the?!" he asked.

"Get down asshole!" I growled.

He complied.

"Where's our money?" I asked.

"I uh.." he began.

"Answer me motherfucker!" I yelled. "Or I will blow your fucking brains out!"

"It's here!" he cried as he handed me a bag full of Andrew Jacksons.

"Are these real?" I asked.

"I got the money from the bank!" the man cried.

I counted it up.

$480. Perfect.

"Mr. Dixon and co. thank you for your services." I giggled as I galloped away.

**End flashback**

"So you're a gangster?" Daddy asked.

"Now you find out?" I asked.

"I never guessed!" Daddy giggled.

"I joined a gang when my mom was sick." I sighed. "I had no choice. Apparently the head honcho had business with your father."

"Victor Boucher." Mr. Dixon replied.

"Indeed." I said. "Now when I was kidnapped, Victor sent a message to your father. Asking for him to help. He knew about Franklin. In fact he often had goons sent to protect me from Franklin. So your father decided to help me I guess."

"Damn baby." Daddy giggled.

"Yeah I'm quite the badass in the field." I replied.

"Babygirl no sex right now." Daddy replied. "Mark needs to go to Harlem."

"Aw but daddy.." I whimpered.

"No." Daddy growled.

"Yes dada.." I replied as Mark loaded up.

"You want Eric's help?" Daddy asked.

"Sure." Mark replied. "Charlie where's my gun?"

"Who the fuck is..?" I began.

"Got it!" Charlotte replied as she handed it to him. "Hid it so Destiny couldn't hurt herself."

"Alright!" Mark yelled. "We are mission go!"

I was scared.

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Hey all! I know I made this update quick. But it's here! I'm gonna be busy this weekend so expect updates on my other story while I hammer out the next chapter of this one!

What do you think about the family? Are they truly trustworthy? And what about the trip to Syracuse? So many questions!!!