All Chapters of Daddy's little agent: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I’d just been kicked about by one of my temporary foster parents. One of the times the father actually lost his shit so much he actually hit me across the face, forgetting to keep it under wraps. Thoughts of finding my real parents already came to mind before then. But after looking in the mirror and finding lumps of purple and red scattered all over my body, I decided I must have come from somewhere. I remember being so fucking angry at them that I traced my roots back.I found them.All of them. I had their names and everything memorized. But I could never go to them. For some reason, the name of my birth grandmother stuck. I’d never known a Bertha. But in movies, grandma’s were warm and made the best cookies.And so Bertha took shape in my mind.She was warm when there was nothing but endless cold in my life. She disappeared when I entered into the Doherty family.I never expected her grand reappearance to be so… real.Questions rush past my mind so fast I can’t grab hold on to any

Law is lying.It’s a no brainer he doesn’t want Remy to know we’ve been meeting up. There’s too much at stake if Remy knows. So understand why he has to lie. But why would Win help him and lie to his friend?Aren’t they as close as Remy led me to believe? Or is he being betrayed? The thought of him being stabbed in the back makes my stomach churn, when that’s exactly what I’m doing to him. The hypocrisy is outstanding.I won’t let anyone hurt him though. Only I get to do that.Remy hovers around me a little too much, he’s always there as Win is always holding on to Law, literally and figuratively. While my friend, who I want to have secret conversations with– because I’m tired of this stupid dog chase and need him to give me everything straight. The more cryptic info he gives me, the less of it I understand– is leaning into Win’s touch, and beaming every time Win so much as looks in his direction.I’m not sure I can reconcile this version of him and the version that has been slippin

“What the hell was that?!” Danny questions harshly once we’re all piled in the safety of my room. I lock the doors for good measure. Although I can’t shake the feeling that it’s terribly inadequate.He looks back at the door with wide eyes. Danny not talking back at them goes to show how terrifying the whole shit was.“Did you hear what Gray said? Anything?” I look from one wide eyed friend to another. Danny is rubbing his arms like he’s chasing away the cold, which is weird since the temperature of this house is set to roast.“No. Was that some made up language?”The language did sound made up to me the first few times I heard it. Now, for some strange reason, I could understand it. Because I’ve spent so much time around the language? I don’t know how I know it, the only explanation I can come up with is that they fucked up my ear or something.That sounds even more far fetched than a strange language.“You sounded like you understood it though.” Law accuses. How do I tell them that

The door opens, but it isn’t enough to drag my attention over to whoever has walked in. I’ve seen the shadow disappear more times than I can count. All of those times I had been half asleep, or drunk. Or both.Plus, his favorite pastry is the same as Remy. Just how much similarities did they share? Did I really create a strange being with Remy’s characteristics? Why is he a shadow then?“Caleb!”My head snaps up in response to Danny’s voice. He’s right in my face, the frown nestled between his brows suggests this is not the first time he’s tried to get my attention.I break into a sheepish smile. His blue eyes narrow at me, but worry swims in them. He glances behind him, towards the living room. There’s nobody there. He shuts the door, turning the lock for extra measure.It takes my brain a few seconds to catch up with everything. Including why he’s here and why it has to be a secret.From the way he shuts the door, hands on knees as he returns to me with a small frown, I know he’s fo

REMY TEMPLETON“His partner and friend is missing.” I say minutes after my confession that only got an eye roll from Gray. He didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes. And hasn’t said anything about it now either.His silence is insinuating something i don’t like. He was there from the beginning, he knows how deep my love for the man goes. He was by my side many decades ago when we were just demon-ling. When looking at Icarus and having his attention on me was the biggest highlight of my day.He listened when I told him how thought Icarus was the sun, every time he shone on me, my day was made. And every time he wasn’t, it was nighttime. Not just any night– since we thrived in the dark as long as there was a spark of light to bring forth shadows. When Icarus didn’t look at me, it was the kind of dark that was suffocating.Like someone turned all the lights off.Gray had told me the third time Icarus randomly disappeared on me, no word, no trace of him in hell or earth– trust me, I n