Page 56 of Beg for Death
Ezra shook his head. "Once he dies, you will have to be on the run."
"With you, right?"
His smile was infectious and he kissed me. "I told you, you're mine now. Of course with me."
A happy little sigh left me as I sagged against my daddy. "If I'm with you, I don't care where we end up."
Ezra grabbed my hand, and I intertwined our fingers. He grunted as if he was annoyed but squeezed my fingers.
"I care for you," Ezra said.
"Only care?"
He groaned. "Okay. I've fallen in love with your crazy ass."
"I will need to hear that everyday."
"Not happening."
"Pretty please, Daddy? I'll make sure to worship your cock every morning." I really wanted to wake up hearing him tell me he loved me and go to bed with him whispering it in my ear. "Or I could?—"
Ezra's lips pressed against mine and my brain shut down instantly. "Shut up already." He kissed me again, deepening it the moment I gasped. Fireworks were a lackluster comparison to the overwhelming sensations that filled me from our lips locked together.
No one ever made me feel this way and no one would ever get the chance. I belonged to my daddy, now and forever.
Epilogue
Felix
Six months later
Felix was fully invested in looking through the clothing store, his lips moving as he mumbled to himself. He'd pick up a garment, check it out, and then toss it over his shoulder. I grinned. He was having entirely too much damn fun. Thank god, I had hidden a stash of money before prison, because if I hadn't? He would have made me a poor man very quickly.
"Daddy, what do you think about this one?" he asked as he picked up a shirt with a collar and little dinosaurs on it. They were colorful on a deep blue background.
I nodded in approval.
He lit up. "Okay, I'll get this one too."
I grinned again, shaking my head. My life couldn't be real. How the hell had I fallen in love with someone that matched me so well? He hummed softly, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. I kissed his cheek.
"Going to go pick up your meds."
"Okay! I'll stay right here."
"Damn straight you will," I growled against his ear as I palmed his ass. "If I find you wandering around somewhere, I won't take you home and strap those pretty fucking thighs with this belt," I said, stroking the new one I'd picked out just for spanking him tonight. "Got it?"
"Yes, Papi," he whispered, his big eyes full of wonder and affection.
"Good boy."
I ruffled his curls and shoved my hands into my pockets as I turned to leave. Stepping out onto the street, the sun beat down on me as the smile fell from my face. There was only one person I smiled for and he was happily spending my cash. I crossed the street and dipped into the pharmacy.
"Pick up, Javier Garcia," I said in Spanish.
"One moment."
I nodded and leaned against the counter. Staring across the street, I saw Felix still moving around. That curly hair, his fair skin that had started getting a tan, and the white patches on his face stood out. He was special. Every single inch of him.
