Page 4 of Her Daddies' Everything

Jenner grabbed the glass of water from beside the bed and held it to her lips.

“I’m not going,” she told him after she finished swallowing.

“You are.” He gave her a firm look. “There’s no arguments allowed. You’re a very sick little girl.”

Shit.

He beat back the need to take charge completely.

Sampson had just started going to a BDSM club, the cost of the membership was high, so he was working as a bouncer two nights a week in lieu of membership fees. The owner had offered Jenner a membership as well for the same deal.

Jenner was considering it. He needed an outlet for this . . . need.

To control. To dominate.

But he wasn’t sure it was for him. He didn’t want to cause anyone pain. At the same time, he never felt more settled and in control as he did when he was looking after someone.

Like right now.

Fully taking care of Immy made all of his other worries and fears disappear into the background.

She needed him. So he would be what she needed.

Sampson said it gave him a much-needed sense of control. Although Jenner didn’t understand that, since Sampson always seemed to be in control. Of himself and everyone around him.

He was wound up tighter than a jack-in-the-box. Jenner sometimes worried about him exploding.

“I’m not a little girl. I’m nearly twenty.”

“In six months’ time,” he said.

God, she was still so young. They all were, technically. He guessed he just felt like he was older than his years.

“Don’t wanna go, Jenny.” She pouted at him as she used that ridiculous nickname.

“You’re ill so I’m going to let that slide this once. But you call me Jenny again and you’re going over my knee.”

Okay.

He really shouldn’t have said that to his friend. To the woman who was like his little sister. He wasn’t that much older than her. He had no right to speak to her like that.

“You gotta . . . catch me . . . first,” she told him.

“Somehow, in this state, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.” He clasped hold of her hand. “Go to the hospital? For me, Twinkles? Please?”

“Well . . . when you . . . say please . . . I have . . . to.”

“That’s the rule. Good girl.”

Her eyes flared open and he realized he was doing it again. Maybe visiting the club wouldn’t be a bad idea. Perhaps Abe and Isaiah would like it too.

After so many years of feeling out of control of everything in their life, this could be a way to take control back.

But he pushed those thoughts aside. Right now, he needed to get her to the hospital.

“The money . . . though.”

Fuck it all.

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