Page 39 of Daddy's Protection
Cami hoped.
“I’m sure glad you cuties came to visit me today,” Trevon announced in his deep, booming voice. “I was wondering if I’d see you.”
“We’re here!” Iris cried as he put her feet back on the ground. As tall as Trevon was, that was a long trip for her.
Lana hugged him next. “We’re going to play here while our Daddies do some investigating.”
“Ooh. Sounds important,” Trevon replied. “And you all know you’re welcome here anytime.” He looked at Cami. “It’s good to see you again, honey. You ready to have some fun?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good. Because there is loads of it in here.” The big man jerked his head back toward Auntie Athena’s mansion. “Lots of cuties making Halloween decorations and such.” His face turned a bit more serious. “But we have some real brats in there, too.” He shook his head in clear annoyance. “They haven’t done anything to get banned. Yet. But I’m keeping an eye on them. Just watch out. And if they mess with you all, let me know. Understand?”
“Yes, Uncle Trevon!” Cami, Iris, and Lana answered in unison.
“Good girls.”
Cami and her friends smiled.
“Thanks for keeping an eye on them while we do some work,” Isaiah said.
Trevon nodded. “There’s only three of you today. Where are the other Guardsmen?”
“On another case,” Isaiah explained. “But we won’t need them. Honestly, three is probably too much for what we need to do today. Nothing dangerous. Just going to interview some folks.”
“That a polite way of saying interrogate?” Trevon asked with a knowing smirk.
“Nah,” Isaiah replied as he waved off the implication. “We aren’t cops anymore.”
“Thank god,” Jack added.
Next to him, Ace laughed. “Amen, brother.”
Cami gave Isaiah a hug and kiss, told him goodbye, and watched as her friends did the same to their Daddies.
“You be a good girl,” Isaiah told her. “Follow Uncle Trevon and Auntie Athena’s rules.”
With her bottom still sore from that morning’s spanking, she quickly said, “Yes, Sir!”
He patted her rear, winked, and gave her another kiss before leaving.
With their Daddies gone, she and her two friends set out to play.
And most likely find mischief.
Thirty minutes later, while sitting under the large climbing structure in Athena’s backyard, Cami said, “Boy, Uncle Trevon wasn’t kidding. Those are some brats with a capital B in there!”
She was referring to a group of snotty Littles who seemed to follow orders from their ringleader, Tanya Wilkins.
“I know!” Lana said. “They way they just waltzed right through us when we were playing and made those snide comments.”
“And when we asked them if they wanted to play with us, they just laughed and actually brushed us off. Like they were shooing us away,” Iris added. “Wonder why they’re so mean.”
Cami thought about it for a moment while she took a pull from the juice box she’d grabbed a few moments earlier. “They’re new here, right?”
Iris and Lana both nodded.
“I thought so,” Cami continued. “I haven’t been coming here as much—or as long—as you two have, but I didn’t think I’d seen them before.”
