Page 25 of Fierce-Jax

No matter how things came to an end and what Alec had done, Gianna was still his daughter and he had a right to be in her life.

“No,” her father said. “But you’re young enough to make sure she still has a father in her life. A man other than me. One that I approve of.”

Her lips were twitching and her father started to laugh over the last part of his statement. “You did that on purpose.”

“It made you stop feeling sorry for yourself, didn’t it?”

She didn’t know what was more depressing: the fact that the guy she had the hots for was oblivious to all the signs she was lighting on fire and tossing gas on, or that her father knew her well enough to want to fix something she said didn’t need to be fixed.

Now she was more annoyed with him than she was depressed.

“Thanks, Dad,” she said.

Her father winked at her.

“Look at her go down there on the floor,” he said.

Dillion moved closer to the big windows and looked at the showroom floor to see Gianna driving around in a small motorized red Mercedes convertible just like her mother had.

She threw her hands up in the air. “Dad. When did you buy that?”

“I got it last week. I’ve got two more coming. A G wagon like mine and a sedan like yours. She’s my best salesperson.”

“Oh my God, you’re pimping your granddaughter out to get sales.”

It was too outrageous for her not to laugh.

“I don’t need to do that,” her father said indignantly. “I get plenty enough sales on my reputation alone. I don’t own the top-selling luxury car dealerships in the state for nothing. It’s not like I’ve got Gianna out there doing the salesmen's work.”

“If you could, you would,” Dillion said.

“Nonsense,” he said. “She’s having fun.”

Her daughter noticed her and waved, then jumped out of the mini car and took off running.

Her mother jumped up to follow and she knew they were coming up to this level.

“Mommmmmm,” Gianna yelled. The excited version this time. “I want to be in a commercial.”

“What?” she asked, turning to look at her father.

His hands were up in the air. “Don’t look at me. I’d never do that.”

Her father was way too protective. The same reason she never volunteered who her father was.

“One of the customers just signed a lease for the same car Gianna was in,” her mother said. “The lady told Gianna she should be in a commercial.”

“Not pimping her out, huh, Dad?” she asked.

“Don’t blame your father,” her mother said, smiling. “You’re the one that said you’d pick up Gianna here. She’s been driving that in the back but asked if she could do it out here for you to see her.”

“I didn’t even know you had it,” she said. Dillion couldn’t believe her daughter never said a word when Gianna would spend hours telling her about a doll she played with at Pre-K.

“It’s new. It’s only the third time she’s played with it. It’s not fast enough for her,” her father said.

She smirked. “Now that I believe.”

“The mechanics in the back said they could give it more power,” her father said.

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