All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Bad Energy

RavenJames pulls up to the house and I sit in the backseat for a moment longer than necessary.Boston.The familiar driveway. The familiar hedges trimmed to the same precise height they always are. The same stone facade that has never once felt like home no matter how many years I’ve lived behind it.I grab my bag and climb out.“Welcome back, Miss Raven,” James says.“Thank you, James.”I push through the front door.The house is quiet in that particular way it gets during the day. The kind of quiet that isn’t actually peaceful, just empty. I drop my carry-on by the staircase and roll my neck, the exhaustion of the flight settling into my bones all at once now that I’ve stopped moving.“Well, well.”I close my eyes briefly.Then I turn around.Aria is draped across the living room sofa like she was positioned there by someone, one leg hanging over the armrest, phone in hand, looking at me over the top of it with that expression she reserves specifically for moments she thinks she

Fake Profile

RavenAnaya’s apartment smells like vanilla candles and whatever she’s been baking since this morning, which means she stress-baked, which means she has been anxious about something and didn’t want to say so on the phone.I drop my bag at the door and she pulls me into a hug before I’ve fully crossed the threshold.“You’re back,” she says into my shoulder.“I’m back.”She pulls away and looks at my face with the particular intensity she reserves for when she’s deciding how much to worry about me.“You look exhausted. Is everything alright?”“Of course.”She doesn’t believe me. Her eyes rake my entire body, then drop to the bruise Roman left on my neck when he was railing me against a truck.“And your neck—” Her eyes widen slightly. “Did anyone hurt you? Tell me right now so I can go deal with the person. I’ve been taking taekwondo classes.”Anaya throws her hands out in kung fu style. “Just tell me who hurt you right now and they will be dead.”I bark out a laugh despite myself. “Girl

Devoted Fiancé

RavenIt’s past nine when I get home.Roman is at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in front of him. Vivienne is at the stove stirring pasta, an apron tied around her waist, looking every bit the devoted fiancée.I almost turn around and walk back out.Roman looks up as I step into the kitchen.“Where have you been?”I drop my bag onto the counter. “I believe you saw my missed call and decided it wasn’t important enough to return.”“I was in a meeting.” His tone is calm. “You should have left a message.”Before I can respond, Vivienne turns from the stove, a smile stretching across her face.“Raven. It’s good to have you back.”“Thank you, Vivienne.”“I hope you enjoyed Italy.” She stirs whatever is simmering in the pot. “What did you two do? Sightseeing? Hiking? Romantic dinners?”The smile on her face is flawless. Almost. If not for the jealousy dripping from every word, I might have believed it was genuine.“Yeah,” I say lightly. “All of that and more.”Her grip tightens arou

Gun shot

Raven“Vivienne is on a dating app.”Roman looks up from his coffee.“She’s looking for a man. Her bio says she wants a fling, nothing attached, no strings.” I keep my voice steady. “And it’s not an old profile. It’s not something from before you met her. It’s new. Very new. And for all it’s worth, she might have already found someone while sitting here in this kitchen planning your wedding.”Roman stares at me.Says absolutely nothing.The silence is infuriating.“You don’t believe me.”Still nothing.I reach into my bag, swipe through my gallery and turn my phone to face him. The screenshot Anaya sent. Vivienne’s profile picture smiling up from the screen. Her bio sitting underneath it in plain black and white like an accusation.He looks at it.Takes his time looking at it.Then he sets my phone down on the island and says, “Are you spying on Vivienne?”I feel the question like a slap.“Excuse me?”“It’s a simple question, Raven.”“No. I am not spying on her.” I tak

Stay With Me

RomanI should let her go.That’s what I tell myself standing in the kitchen staring at the space she just walked out of. Let her cool down. Give her the night. She’ll be reasonable in the morning.But something won’t settle.That look on her face when she walked out. Not just anger. Something underneath it that sat wrong with me the moment I saw it and has been sitting wrong every second since.I set my coffee down.Walk to the elevator.Press the button for the ground floor.The ride down is twenty seconds at most. I stand there watching the numbers drop and telling myself I’m overreacting. That she’s fine. That she’s Raven and she has always been fine.The doors open.I step out.And the world ends.She is on the ground.Face up on the pavement just beyond the lobby doors, a pool of blood spreading dark and fast beneath her, her bag torn open beside her. A taxi tears around the corner at the end of the street and disappears.The sound that leaves me doesn’t belong to

Fake Concern

RomanThe waiting room chairs were designed by someone who has never had to sit in one for longer than ten minutes.I haven’t sat at all.I’ve been standing at the window for the last hour watching the hospital car park like it has answers in it. My shirt is still bloody. Someone offered me a replacement scrub top an hour ago and I took it without looking at them and it’s still folded in my hands.I dial Marcus.He picks on the first ring ring.“Boss.”“Someone shot Raven tonight.” I keep my voice even and controlled. The rage is there but it’s cold now. Far more dangerous than it was when I was hitting walls. “Outside the penthouse. A taxi. I need you to find out who was in that car and I need them found before sunrise.”Silence on the other end. Then, “Is she alright?”“She’s in surgery. Find them, Marcus. Every resource we have. I want eyes on every traffic camera between the penthouse and the east side, I want the cab company identified, I want a name.” I pause. “And when

I love You

RavenSomething keeps pulling me back.Every time I start to surface there is pain waiting at the edges of it and I sink back down before I can fully reach the top. Down into the dark where everything is quiet and nothing hurts and there is no Boston and no hospital and no cold pavement against my cheek.But there is a voice.Low and steady and so familiar it is practically a frequency my body is tuned to.It pulls harder than the dark does.I follow it.“That’s it, Angel. Come on.”The light behind my eyelids is too bright and my body feels like it has been taken apart and put back together slightly wrong but the voice is right there and I chase it all the way to the surface.My eyes open.The room is white and quiet. Machines beside me. Tubes. The smell of antiseptic underneath something warmer that takes me a moment to place.Roman.He is sitting in the chair beside my bed with his elbows on his knees and his face so close to mine that he is the first thing I see clearly. He looks

Get Out!!!

RavenRoman squeezes my hand once before he stands.“I’ll be right back. The doctor wants to go over the discharge timeline.”I nod.He holds my gaze for a moment longer than necessary, like he’s still not fully comfortable leaving me alone, then walks out and pulls the door almost shut behind him.The room settles into quiet.I stare at the ceiling and listen to the sounds of the ward outside. Footsteps. A trolley somewhere down the corridor. Muffled voices.The door opens.I assume it’s a nurse.It isn’t.Vivienne steps into the room in a cream blouse and tailored trousers looking like she came from a lunch reservation rather than a hospital visit. The bouquet of white flowers in her hands are slightly wilted. She sets them on the small table beside the window without asking.“You’re awake,” she says.I look at her.“I came last night when I heard.” She smooths her blouse. “But you hadn’t woken up so I went home to freshen up and came back this morning.” Her voice is

Don’t Push Your Luck

RomanI came home to pick a few things for Raven that she will need the next two days before her discharge.I positioned security at her door and made sure her friends were with her before I was comfortable enough to leave her side. Even then, comfortable is a generous word for what I felt walking out of that hospital room.I move through her bedroom quickly.Comfortable clothes. Her phone charger. The book on her nightstand she’ll want even if she won’t admit it. A few other things she didn’t ask for but I know she’ll need.I zip the bag.My phone rings.I pull it out from my pocket and it’s Marcus.“Talk to me.”“We pulled traffic footage from three cameras within two blocks of the penthouse. The cab was stolen from a parking garage on the east side yesterday afternoon. Plates were switched before it got anywhere near your building.” A pause. “Whoever did this planned it well in advance.”“Which means they were watching her.”“Or watching the building and waiting for the

The Plan

Raven“I’m glad you’re here.” I squeeze Anaya’s hand. “Both of you.”David leans against the wall, arms crossed, one foot propped against it.“I was so scared when I heard what happened,” Anaya says softly. “I thought I’d lost you.”My chest tightens.“Who told you I was shot?”“I was at your house looking for you. When you didn’t answer your phone, Mr. Thomas told me you were in the hospital.” She shakes her head. “I came last night but they wouldn’t let me in.”“Thank you.” I swallow hard. “For caring so much about me.”Anaya gives me a look.“You don’t have to thank me, Raven. You’re my best friend.”A small smile tugs at my lips.“I know, but still…”“No.” She points a finger at me. “Don’t do that. Of course I care. I’d kill for you, you know.”David immediately coughs into his fist.Anaya turns to glare at him. “Don’t start.”“I’m just trying to figure out where that leaves me,” he says, raising a brow.I laugh.Anaya rolls her eyes. “I’d kill for you too. Happy now?”He pretends

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