All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sister: Daddy's Dangerous, Baby Girl : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"You didn't notice because you were getting railed, Olive," he said with mirth in his eyes, drawing me into his arms as the hot water soothed my aching body. "You don't like hot showers," I said, the waterworks making a comeback. "But you do," he said, lathering body wash on a loofah and laying it on one of my breasts. "The state of you is much more concerning," he said, looking down at the love bites littering my tits and neck. "Where else did I leave proof of daddy's hunger for you, baby girl? How much did I hurt you, Persephone?" Persephone. Goddess of death. Forced into wedlock against her will by Hades after he kidnapped her. Harmon didn't exactly kidnap me, but he did lock me up. Now he was talking about our marriage like I had no say in the matter. The parallels made me smile, despite the serious nature of what he unveiled to me as he lathered my body in soap. "If I'm going to be Persephone, I need to know everything Hades did before he became Zeus," I said in a sha

"Liam, where the fuck are you?" Billy's authoritative voice spoke into his sleeve. "The frogman's dead. They all are. It's rude to drag your feet when you make a deal with a mob boss, Mr. Money Bags. As you can see, I managed to liberate myself. So now, new deal," said JR, sticking a gun into our faces. "What do you want?" Billy deadpanned, the complete opposite of me as I stared down the barrel of the gun. I was losing my shit. Clammy palms. Raging pulse. Hyperventilating. It was just like when I was attacked by Yamazaki. I froze. "What I've always wanted. One billion dollars and a mafia prince. You're going to make a great bargaining chip, Mr. Hunter," said JR to Billy before shifting her attention to me. "Get out of the car, angel. Run along and tell daddy I have Mr. Money Bags. He'll know what to do. Tell him he has twenty-four hours or I blow your brother's brains out. Just like I did to you

"Even Olivia? You treated my sister like just another piece of ass," Will ranted, his words a punch to the dick. Just like that, I lost my shit. I grabbed him by the collar and banged his body against the closest wall. The air between us was charged with volatile emotions. The plan for today was simple. I was going to tell him about me and Olivia myself this morning if she couldn't. He was going to hit the roof, but I'd have made him understand somehow. Cut from the same cloth. My family. He'd get it eventually even if I wasn't our ideal choice for her. "You used shit I told you in confidence to try and turn Olivia against me. Brother? That word means loyalty. I'm not your fucking brother." The truth stared me in the face as he glared back at me. Nostrils flaring, defiance written in his hardened features.The son of bitch still wasn't afraid of me. How could he be? He didn't think I was any better than a speck of dust on

"Really Lance? You were going to kill your brother for JR's overused pussy? You weren't the side piece. You were one of many. Capos, soldati, she isn't picky. Anyone can have her cunt for a few minutes. Even I could have fucked her if I wanted to," I said, stirring the pot while they hesitated, hoping they'd turn on each other. No response from JR. Had to stay in the moment. Remain alert. I couldn't help wanting to hear Olivia's voice again. "You're a liar," Copycat suddenly cried out, rushing towards me. "Don't let him bait you, you dumb ass," Lance ranted, having realized what I was attempting. A lot happened in the next few seconds. The impact of Copycat's body hit me harder than it should have, owing to the bruises and aching muscles I already had. In an attempt to make sure I didn't drop the phone into the jug, Lance laid down my gun on the side table and swatted the jug out of the way. I watched this play out as Copycat took us both down. The jug landed on the plush carpet

***Trigger warning for mentions of dubious consent(Flashback — Sixteen years ago)Chance met Marino first. Allowing this to happen was my biggest fuck up. The stall and lift was a simple con. One of us would distract the mark while the other helped himself to the person's keys. Fourteen year olds on the run from the foster system we might have been, but we had perfected our act.Because of it, we lived like kings, not abandoned pickpockets forgotten by the world. Bungalows and fancy villas. Penthouses and mansions. You name it. Never more than one night though, lest we get caught. Until Marino. Two big guys dragged us from our borrowed beds in the dead of the night. I kicked and screamed, but Chance simply let himself be carted off. Always quiet. Always scheming. I remember thinking his smarts wouldn't save us this time. It was my turn to protect him."Which one of you played the beggar asking for spare change?" Marino asked,