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Daddies In My Holes

Angel Hale has spent her whole life worshipping one man. Vincent Hale. He was the man who adopted her after her parents died in a mysterious cold blooded murder by their enemies. To Angel, Vincent is perfection. His deep voice dampens her panties, his presence makes her knees go weak. She calls him Daddy, not by blood, but by obsession, desire, and the twisted bond she built around him since childhood. But Vincent has a dark secret, one that will turn Angel's world upside down. Now she is stuck between two daddies. Uncle Daniel who wants to ruin her and Daddy who tells her she is his. Only his. But Angel cannot resist the desire of both men who want to claim her. Can she defy the Daddy she loved so blindly? Or will Daniel pull drag her back into his darkness forever? And even more terrifying... What will Daniel do when someone tries to take his doll away? Even if it's his best friend. The war between Daddy and Uncle is coming-and Angel is the prize both are willing to spill blood to claim. PLEASE NOTE: This book is an extremely DARK EROTIC romance with HEAVY EXPLICIT scenes, torture, human trafficking. The main characters are the villains you don't want to cross paths with. Be warned!!!
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Chapter 3

ANGEL

Tears started to burn in my eyes, hot and intense, why did he want to send me away? To a whole different country?

I pushed away from the table, shoving the chair carelessly with a crashing sound. If he was being difficult, I could be stubborn as well, daddy always had to give in to me in the end, this time would be no different.

"I know what's best for me, none of you can make me go away, don't think you can get rid of me, Mommy!" I spat out the last part at Jillian before turning around, racing towards my room.

My tears were falling faster and faster. My chest rose and fell with the exertion of breathing and running away when I so much wanted to slap that bítch's face.

Daddy was the only one I have left, I can't lose him, I won't.

To the whole world, they knew Daddy as a dangerous cruel man, he was the feared powerful leader of the devil's runt, a secret underground club. Everyone thought he was frightening, but to me, he was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I was just ten years old when my parents died. Daddy had been the one who found me in that closet after my parents had been murdered in cold blood. I'd been so frightened, but Daddy told me to close my eyes, he told me to be good and count to a hundred, and that once I opened my eyes again, everything would be fine again.

He shielded me from the monstrosity of what was done to my parents by their enemies.

After my parents' house was burned to the ground, Daddy brought me to his mansion, and since then he became my only parent, more than a guardian, he was my daddy. Mine. He was mine first before Jillian.

I used to be the only one in his life and I basked in every second of his attention and affection.

Everything got ruined when Jillian came into our lives and brought her psychotic brother with her.

Daniel was dangerous because like Daddy, he was also a member of the secret underground club.

He was silent, he could walk into a room and you wouldn't notice, he didn't speak much either, but those eyes, those intense burning grey eyes saw through everything and looked at me with lust it seemed only I could see. That day I'd caught him staring at my ass which was peeking through my shorts, I had seen the way he licked his lips, I'd seen the bulge in his pants, he knew I noticed it too, he had brought his palm and rubbed his crotch while staring at me like he would pounce and fuck the shit out of me.

But I was Daddy's daughter, which meant I was untouchable. He could only lust after me, and carefully too, because Daddy had once plucked out the eyes of one of his men for peeking at me while I was in the swimming pool.

Daddy was protective and possessive. So, why was he sending me away now?

I was certain it was because of that psychopath Daniel.

I sat on my large queen-sized bed, my knees drawn to my chest. I waited five minutes.

Daddy didn't come.

Before he married Jillian, he would have come running after me. He hated seeing me cry, and whenever I did, he would do anything to make me stop.

But now, I was crying, and Daddy was nowhere to comfort his little princess. Everything was happening because of stupid Jillian and her stupid brother, I wiped off angry tears, but they kept falling anyway.

Jillian was too shrewd, from the moment she stepped into this house, she'd been set to uproot me from it.

I had always been the crafty one, usually it was me who always got rid of the other whóres that came into daddy's life. I was the one who tortured them, not the other way around.

The previous bítch has been very naive, trying to sugarcoat to me by buying me gifts each time she visited. It had been very easy to deal with her. I'd hurt myself and lied that she harmed me. Daddy had been enraged, his face had gotten so red like he would explode, his eyes had gone maniac with rage and he had nearly shot her that night.

In the end, he sent her away and I never saw her around Daddy after that day. I had touched my cúnt that night, pleasuring myself to daddy's fierce protectiveness. My feelings and obsession had grown until it was burning me alive from within,

The bítch after that whóre had been more problematic, so I had to go an extra mile to get rid of her.

I knew she used to work at a strip club because I investigated, how could such a dirty slút think she deserved daddy?

The son of the owner of the strip club, Kevin, was a friend of mine in high school, Kevin had always wanted to fúck me, it hadn't been difficult to convince him to lend me a favour, he thought I'd let him hit if he pleased me enough.

Together, we lured the whóre with money, and she had fallen for it. We promised her fifty grand just to entertain a client at the strip club she used to work at, just for a night. The bítch thought it was easy money, she'd betrayed daddy and agreed to the offer to fúck the client.

I paid the client twice that amount to record the séx. Then, I had anonymously sent Daddy the clips of the video, and just to humiliate her further, Kelvin posted it on a pórn website that went viral.

Daddy found out his fiancée had cheated on him, and he'd been the one to put a hole through her head, after letting all his subordinates gangbang her to their fill.

After that incident, Daddy became only mine again.

Until Jillian.

She had been different. My life was ruined the day I found out how important she was to Daddy, they'd been childhood friends and also business partners in the crime world.

She'd been studying me, calculating ways to tame me, she hit me with her moves before I was even aware of it.

The first thing she did when she became daddy's girlfriend was storm into my room. Next, a harsh slap was delivered on my face.

I'd been on my bed that afternoon, she had just walked straight towards me and yanked my hair, throwing me against the floor and the next thing I felt was the sting of her slap. To say I was shocked was an understatement, no one ever hit me.

It turned out the last bítch I'd made a viral pórn video of was an old friend of hers and while she didn't think replacing and fúcking her dead friend's man was a crime, she thought what I did was terrible.

I had reported to Daddy of course, showing him my bruised face and thinking he would uphold justice for me and get rid of Jillian for hurting me.

But Jillian, she had already prepared for it, she had provided proof of what I did, about paying the client to create a video and then posting it online. Even though that bítch had been the one who was greedy for money and allowed herself to get fúcked, Jillian had painted it to be my fault.

Ever since that day, Daddy changed. He had told me how disappointed he was in me, and when he'd asked me why I did it, I told him that I had just wanted to find out if the woman who was going to be my mom was loyal, it wasn't my fault that she turned out to be a próstitute.

That was the first time my daddy had ever looked at me strangely, like he couldn't believe his baby girl could be so cruel.

He no longer believed everything I told him after that day, he chose Jillian over me and even got married to her. I hated that Jillian forced me to call her Mommy when I absolutely detested her.

A knock sounded.

My heart leapt. I raced towards the door, my anger all forgotten.

Daddy was here, that was all that mattered. He came to comfort me after all.

I yanked the door open. My heart sank to my feet.

It wasn't Daddy.

Intense dead dead-looking grey eyes stared back at me.

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