Page 24 of Johnny Gun

“Yes,” she sighed. “I think I do.”

“Think? What does a Daddy and Little girl relationship mean to you?”

“I…” Her cheeks flushed, and she stole a quick glance at a shelf holding stuffies and several paperbacks. Squinting, he read one title sideways. A smile tugged his lips as he walked over, picked up one of her books, and brought it back to her.

“Tell me about this?”

Shaking her head, she looked down. Gently, he lifted her chin, and he saw that her eyes sparkled more brightly than he’d ever seen them.

“Rule number one. When Daddies ask, little girls answer. Otherwise, a punishment follows. Daddies don’t like to wait. Do you understand? Unless you’re not sure about this…us.”

“No.” Eyes wide, she shook her head again. “I do. I’m sure. I am your little girl. But I need guidance.”

Gently, he caressed the soft line of her jaw with the back of his hand. “Okay, baby girl. Guidance begins now. Tell me about this book.”

He’d read the title, and he understood why she had it on her shelf. But she had to take the first step and obey.

“I found it on the internet. When I started reading, it was like the author understood me, heard my thoughts, and knew what I liked. So I bought more, trying to learn about the lifestyle.”

“And? Tell Daddy your thoughts.”

“Oh.” She covered her face with her hands.

“Drop your hands this minute. Never hide your beautiful face from me.” He exhaled. “Well?”

“I—I want you to take charge…to dominate me, show me things…like in the books. Oh, please, no more. I’m embarrassed.”

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed, and you won’t need your books anymore. You have me. Together, we’ll explore dominance and submission and all the pleasures of a Daddy/little girl relationship. From this moment forward, I’ll take care of your every need and desire. There’s nothing I won’t do for you. You have my heart and my soul, little one. That’s what it means to be mine. What do you say?”

“I say yes,” she sighed. Johnny G leaned his forehead on hers, absorbing the emotions assailing his soul and heart. Love, tenderness, and joy. Words he’d told Barron months ago returned to him:“I don’t need or want years and months of dates and conversations to know her. My soul recognized Isolde in the moment.”

He should be ecstatic. Isolde wanted him and his kind of love. But the dangers surrounding her put a damper on the situation.Holding her hand, he tugged her to sit next to him on the bed. “We need to talk.”

“Um, I don’t like your expression.”

“What I’ve learned isn’t good. What I have in mind is going to piss off your father big-time. It can’t be helped.”

“So tell me.”

“Do you know why I came to Dalton?”

“Well, sure. My father and the Dalton chapter were threatened. You came with the others to protect the Devils’ Spawn clubhouse.”

“Not the clubhouse. You’re the one in danger. The Wolves want to kidnap you. Over my dead body.”

Isolde frowned. “Those bastards…” She lowered her eyes for a long moment. When she glanced up again, anger twisted her beautiful face. “Makes sense, taking me. That would hurt my father.”

He squeezed her hand. “You’re something else. I told you you’re in danger, and your concern is for your father. But you’re right. Taking you is a sure way to destroy Deacon’s life. They plan to sell you on the black market.” He tangled his fingers with hers. “None of that is going to happen.”

As her eyes darted side to side, her skin paled. “How are they going to do this?”

“The truth will shock you. The Dalton crew has a snitch, and this a-hole is feeding information to the Wolves.”

“No… One of our guys? Can’t be. Who hates my father so much?”

“Doesn’t have to be hate or resentment, sweetheart. Sometimes it’s money. My guess is the cartel doing business with the Wolves paid him well to betray Deacon.”

“You just got here. How did you get all this information?”

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