Daddy's Favorite (ManxBoy)

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Of course he has absolutely no fucking food left." I closed the refrigerator door with a wince. My muscles ached. I considered waking him up, but he was snoring softly and I just couldn't bear to break his peace. I would just bring back food for the both of us.

It sounded simple enough.

I kissed his cheek and grab his keys off the nightstand. He looked so peaceful when he slept, almost like a child. You couldn't see the intensity in his eyes or the worry lines that appeared in his face when he was working. I loved them all the same, but it was nice to see him absent of all the things that stressed him out.

The ride to the store was quick and easy. There was no traffic on the road at all, which should have been a red flag to me, but it wasn't.

I wanted to cook and I figured that I could use the kitchen in the club if I really needed to. I knew that Aiden loved blueberry and raspberry waffles, pineapple coming in a close third, but if they didn't have a waffle maker, pancakes would have to do. I also grabbed some eggs, some bacon, and some toast, just because I wanted French Toast. On the way to checkout, I also grabbed some other side items, like fruit and syrup. I was gonna make him the best breakfast ever, tell him I loved him, and then we would fuck in bed like rabbits because we didn't have anything else to do that day.

Unless he didn't love me back.

Then I would just be making everything ten times more awkward.

But at least we would have food.

"You want some help with your bags sir?" The man that was bagging my items reached out to grab my bags, anticipating a yes from me.

"No, I'm okay actually, thank you. If I can't carry a few bags, what am I good for?" I laughed at the situation, but he didn't, making the situation slightly more awkward than it really had to be.

"Well, we always need someone to lean on, even for the small things." What was he an oracle? He was speaking so oddly that I just grabbed my bags with a polite nod and walked briskly back to the car.

People were weird.

On the way back to the club, I was blasting my Frank Ocean music so loud that I almost didn't hear my phone ring. I hadn't set up all that bluetooth shit yet.

It was Sophie.

Damn, I felt bad about leaving before I had a chance to thank her last night. I know it had been hard for her to come out and I wanted to let her know that I really appreciated all of her efforts. "Hey girl! I meant to thank you for-"

"Ace!!" She was screaming. And not the good kind of scream. The kind of scream that made my heart drop and caused the hair on my arms to raise up and defy gravity.

"What?! Babe, what's going on? Are you okay?!"

"He's going to kill me!" She sounded terrified out of her mind.

"Where are you?! Who's trying to kill you?! What's going on?!"

"My dad. I came back and he wasn't here and he's drunk and he's trying to break my bathroom door down. Oh my fucking God, Dad stop!!" She screamed. She was very clearly crying and for once I was glad that the club was farther away from the house than I liked. It meant that I was closer to her.

"Sophie, did you call the cops?!"

"Of course I fucking called the cops, but you know how long they take to get here. Ace please!!" She was right. Unless you were being shot at, the cops took anywhere from 15 to 20 minutes to even get to you and by then you were dead. It was the reason so many issues were handled in the streets and not through the courts.