All Chapters of Your dad is mine: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CATHERINE“I need to be inside you,” Ronald’s voice was rough, low enough that it felt more like a vibration than sound, brushing against my ear and settling somewhere deep in my chest.My head lulled to the side, face burying into the pillow as my breath caught. He hovered at my entrance, not moving for a second like he was trying to memorize every inch of my body in his mind, like he needed to see my face when it finally happened.His eyes never left mine. They were dark, hooded, and filled with desire and something close to reverence. It made my body shiver with need.The first slow push stole the air from my lungs and I sucked in a sharp breath as his head pushed past my wet folds, inching further, filling me until my surroundings narrowed down to the low buzz under my skin and the heavy sound of our breathing.“Fuck,” he growled under his breath, bracing himself above me.His entire frame shivered, his jaw ticking like he was holding himself back from losing control. For me.War

RONALDMy blood boiled as the waves of the ocean crashed into each other, grip tightened impossibly on the railing.Frankie had balls.His call came in two days ago, just as I was on my way to Catherine’s house.“Speak,” I said, grabbing my keys off my counter, mentally counting down the seconds to ending the call I didn’t even want to be on.“Why the hostility?” Frankie’s voice swayed. Drunk. That man hadn’t had a sober day in decades but still managed to stay on top.That I’d never understand.“I was under the impression we weren’t allies.”The trick he pulled with his goons was still fresh in my mind as his laughter echoed through the speaker.“Let bygones be bygones, Ron.”My jaw tightened at the nickname.“I sent my goons, you killed my men. We’re even.”Even.I shut the door behind me, footsteps thudding against the concrete as I made it to my car. The air inside was warmer and I could still see Catherine sitting in the passenger's seat, staring at me like she couldn’t quite tru

CATHERINE Ronald didn’t spare me a glance. His dark gaze was fixed on T.“Let go.”His voice was calm. Too calm.I knew more than anyone that that was the calm before the storm. But this time, I didn’t know who the storm would be directed at.“Ronald?”My stomach dropped to an all time low when he crossed the distance between us without hesitation, the crowd parting instinctively as if they felt something dangerous moving through them.I wondered if he would care about the people around, if he would turn violent. The thought alone was enough to calm me.The violinist faltered for half a second before continuing.T’s chuckle made a shiver run down my spine. My head snapped to him in time to catch the glint of amusement in his eyes.“Ronald Turner,” he drawled, his thumb on my wrist slipped away and into his pockets as he took one deliberate step back.Not scared, not surprised. Cautious.Slowly, an ugly realization set in.T was a hundred percent sure I wasn’t going to work for him a

CATHERINEI hated hospitals.They always came with an overwhelming sense of dread. Like you’re in the middle of the ocean, drowning, but you have no idea how to swim.Takes me back to the first time Ellie got sick. That same fear I felt that day, it’s the same one I feel right now. The fear of losing someone I love.My eyes were fixed on my hands, wrapped in a cast from the fall. Three broken fingers. A scratch compared to what Ronald must be going through. He hadn’t moved since they wheeled him into the operating room.I still didn’t know where Marcus was. When the ambulance arrived I was too busy making sure Ronald was taken care of. I was a horrible person, I was slowly coming to terms with it.Marcus would rather die than see anything bad happen to me. The guilt I felt right now was overshadowed by worry.I hoped he was okay. He had to be. He was away from the blast. He’ll be fine.Heavy footsteps approached me and my pulse stuttered. My head snapped up, expecting to see the doct

CATHERINE“I don’t need an apology.” Ronald said.The air between us felt suffocating.Ronald looked like a ghost, dragged from the pits of darkness. Dark eyes locked on me, arms crossed over his bandaged chest. He leaned against the metal counter, watching me with a weight that made it harder to breathe with every second that passed by.His breathing was low, slow, like every inhale hurt. I’m sure it did.My stomach twisted painfully, dread and guilt curling in my guts.Ronald had literally bulldozed his way through those officers like they were nothing. Some of them had gone down hard, knocked unconscious, but not a single drop of blood had been spilled. Not one. He moved with precision, like a man possessed, just like the night I staged my kidnap and he tore through the city to save me.He did it again.And now we were here, somewhere far outside the city, locked in one of Ronald’s safe houses. The place felt cold and hollow but I wasn’t bothered. Not too much. About Ellie.Because