HIS TOY
I shuddered, biting my thumb to calm down as I wound my way through the dark corridor that had a lot of twists and turns.
He could kill someone here and no one would know, but that wasn't daddy's thing except when necessary.
Finally reaching the basement, I pushed open the door to meet Dylan Xavier seated on a chair, legs crossed, and reading a goddamned book.
My father reading a book?
Daddy's reading.
Normally, he would be training, sweating himself out, but here he was, his eyes fixed on a book — Consciousness Explained.
I scoffed, rolling my tongue inside my mouth. “The father I knew didn't read books,” I said wondering when daddy became this boring or Annie might have rubbed off on him.
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