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“Yes, Daddy.”

He picked up the short bath brush on the side of the tub.

There was no need to waste time with words this go around. She knew what she’d done, so he focused on making sure shedidn’t want to do it again. She howled with the first smack to her already tender cheeks.

He never swatted the same place twice as he peppered every inch of her bottom. Once he had turned her ass a bright cherry red, he shifted his attention to the tops of her thighs. She kicked and thrashed, but he allowed her that. He finished up with ten smacks to the sensitive sit spots at the bottom curve of her ass.

At that point, she finally collapsed over his thighs and stopped fighting. He tossed the brush to the mat and helped her up to straddle his lap, rubbing her back and letting her cry it out.

“That’s my good girl,” he said. “I don’t ever want to have to do that again. But you are too precious to put yourself at risk like that. We have too much left to do. You’re going to love the ranch, babygirl. The mountains, the Wild River, the endless plains of grass. Buffalo and Mustangs. You’re going to love it. And my family is going to love you.”

He held her, talking softly and cuddling her until she fell asleep. Carrying her to their bed, he put her down for a nap. He lay down beside her and held her, thinking through his upcoming conversation with Sevin.

When he’d told Sev they needed to discuss Nico, Sev had insisted they have that conversation once they got to his house. Something in his friend’s voice had been off. It would be good to see him again, but their conversation was not going to be pleasant. Something was happening in the Cosa Nostra and for the sake of his bluebell, Boone needed to know what it was.

Tildi pulled him from his thoughts as she rolled over so her back was to him, Puff clutched to her chest even in sleep. Snuggling back, she pressed her backside against his dick and used his arm as her pillow. His cock responded immediately, growing painfully hard.

With a groan, he resigned himself to a long night. She sighed and nestled in tighter against him. It took some time but eventually fatigue won out and he joined her in sleep.

CHAPTER 4

Tildi shifted in the well cushioned back seat of the luxurious Lexus LX600 that had been waiting for them at the port. Every bump and shift reminded her of the spanking she’d gotten earlier that day. She had really messed up.

Why had she thought she could help fend off a helicopter filled with men shooting at them? All she’d done was put everyone else in more danger. That was on top of the fact she was the cause of the danger in the first place.

If Boone hadn’t had to rescue her from Nico Midnight’s island compound, the man wouldn’t be able to shoot at anyone ever again. Instead, her Daddy had chosen her. Now Nico wanted her back, though she had no idea why. All she knew was everything that happened earlier was because of her.

She’d almost tried to sneak away while the men were getting the yacht taken care of once they docked. She should have. Then everyone’s lives would be easier. That seemed the one thing she was good at. Running away. But she’d been too scared of being alone to even try. She’d allowed the snowcapped mountains along the horizon to distract her, wondering if any of them were close to Boone’s ranch.

Selfish. She was so selfish. Now everyone was having to adjust their plans, their whole lives, all because of her. Tears stung her eyes as the cityscape thinned and the concrete of highways and buildings was replaced with lush green landscapes of neighborhoods and subdivisions. She couldn’t hold back a sniffle.

Always paying her more attention than she deserved, Boone didn’t miss it. “Are you all right, sweet girl?”

She nodded automatically. There was no need for him to worry about her with everything else he was dealing with. Especially since it was all her fault. “Me? I’m fine.” She flashed him her brightest smile. The concern in his gaze told her she couldn’t even smile right. “Really, Daddy. I’m fine. Well, my bottom still hurts a little bit, but I’m fine.”

He studied her before his face relaxed into a grin. He bopped the tip of her nose with his finger, and her stomach fluttered. She loved when he did stuff like that. “That’s what happens to Little girls who don’t mind their Daddy. But if you remember all the rules we went over for how you are to behave at Sevin’s house, I’ll bet I can find a way to show you how daddies reward their good girls later tonight.”

And just like that, the fluttering in her stomach sank straight to her core. Now she squirmed for a completely different and much more pleasant reason.

“Do we need to go over them again?” Boone asked, the playfulness now absent from his face.

“No, Daddy. I remember. I have to mind you and Grif and Dutch. I can’t go anywhere alone. And I’m not supposed to talk to anyone.”

“You can talk to anyone when I’m with you, Tildi. Just not when I’m not there. Are you sure you’re okay? I can change the plans if you aren’t comfortable.”

What had she ever done to deserve a man like Boone? She wasn’t about to cause more trouble than she already had. Everyone had a limit of how much they would take. She didn’t want to get any closer to his than she already was.

“No, Daddy. I’m good. I promise.”

“If you change your mind at any time, you just let me know and we’ll leave. Understand?”

She nodded and turned back to the window before he read something on her face she didn’t want him to see.

She tried to keep a handle on her feelings, telling herself how stupid it was to be scared when she had two super commando dudes and her Daddy with her, but it didn’t help. The closer they got to Sevin’s house, the tighter the knots in her stomach grew.

She pushed the button to crack the window, thinking the cold air might help settle her stomach. But the air was frigid, and Boone told her to close it with a, “You’re going to make yourself sick, babygirl.”

It probably wouldn’t have worked anyway. Outside solutions usually didn’t fix inside problems. At least, that’s what she’d read somewhere once.

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