Crime Daddy's Plaything のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

HaileyThey believe that a courtroom is where the truth dwells. But it is a lie.I've stood in enough of them to know that truth isn't important here; performance is. You win cases not with facts, but with conviction, timing, and how stable your hands seem in front of the jury.And today, every eye was on me. The youngest attorney in Virginia, the mayor’s daughter.Who everyone knew had never lost a lawsuit.But this time, my opponent wasn’t a small thief or a crooked council member. This time, it was him.Zeke Massimo.He is a threat to society, a notorious criminal,and a mafia leader.The man half this state feared, and the other half worshipped. He'd built an empire on drugs, blood and silence.Even when the FBI finally pinned him down, on federal racketeering charges, he walked into custody as if it were a fashion show, reporters snapping photos as if he was a celebrity instead of a criminal.He was my father's greatest enemy.And here was my time to finally make Dad proud.I stra

HaileyThe red light blinked, and my body froze. I couldn’t breathe, and neither could I move.“Wh…what did you do?” The words poured out of me, raw and terrified. Zeke’s smirk was carved in shadow, his hand still pressed between my thighs, and his voice let out a dark purr.“I wondered,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “How your mayor daddy would feel watching his perfect little daughter moaning forme.”My stomach dropped; the floor felt like it split beneath me. “No…”“Oh yes.” His thumb stroked more, deliberately slow, making my traitorous body twitch. “The world would love it too. Headlines, screens, whispers, your name on every filthy man’s tongue.”I shook my head in desperation. “Delete it. Please…”He chuckled low, his voice deeper, sending cold sensations within my skin. "I don’t eliminate leverage, sweetheart; instead, I encourage you to use it. If you want your secret safe, let me win.”stalk,My knees buckled. “The case?”He nodded, his eyes gleaming. “You want to

I shuddered at his words. He had already done enough harms to me, what else was more to come? The rose slid down the curve of my neck like a blade dipped in velvet. Its thorns grazed close enough to make me flinch, though Zeke’s hand never stop. “Get out. You don’t belong here.” I hissed breath shuddering, my back pressed against the door as if it cloud swallow me whole. He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming in the dim lamplight. The shadows painted his features, sharper and crueler. “Funny.” he murmured, the corner of his mouth twitched “you haven’t called for help. You didn’t even scream.” My throat constricted. Hew as right, my father was downstairs. Only staircase away. If I raised my voice, one sharp cry, he would come storming up. But i couldn’t. Not with Zeke Massimo in this room. My father’s sworn enemy standing here, pinning me against the door with a rose in his hand. It was forbidden. My voice broke the silence, trembling in fury “how long have you been wat

"Come sit, I want to speak with you." That was the first thing I heard when I awoke from my bed. With my nightgown on, I held the coffee mug, rubbed my eyes furiously, and sat at the opposite end, facing the mayor, my father. The man who raised me as an acquaintance rather than a beloved daughter. He began, his gaze fixed on me, "Remember what I told you last night?" Sharp enough to cut glass. I didn't respond, and I didn't flinch. I didn't waste my breath or words wishing for his attention with the response I was willing to give. He didn't care which way. It was a complete waste of time. He didn't bother and said, "I have an option for you. since you're willing to go the distance to reclaim your position." My eyes brightened. Dad knows the right words to say to get me back. Dad nodded in satisfaction when he saw the surprised look on my face, knowing there was still a part of me he was holding onto. I cleared my throat, "And what are the options?" "Hold on, don't rush."

"I mean, she looks so damn lovely and fucking hot in that stupid bed. I never expected to have the mayor's daughter in my bed." A powerful voice woke me up from my deep sleep. My head couldn't quit hammering, and my eyes were still whirling, albeit much better than before. "Hmmm..." I murmured as I stretched on the bed, mouth wide open. I looked around and realized I wasn't in that club or in my house. I pushed the bedsheet aside, revealing my own wretched body, naked. My clothing was smashed on the floor; damn my jewelry. There was a giant body mirror on the wall that displayed my bare skin, ruffled hair, and smudged makeup. What was happening? I didn't remember having sex with anyone, and I hadn't planned to have sex. A deep voice in the background laughed, breaking my concentration. I swallowed some saliva. My head slammed again as the recollection of Zeke came back to me—how he paid for my drinks and offered to take me somewhere private. "No no… no fuck no… Zeke!" I gr