DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
Kane.
The whole rooftop seemed to quiet down a little, even though the music kept playing. He was tall, maybe six-three, with broad shoulders that filled out his dark suit perfectly. Salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and eyes so dark they looked black under the string lights. Late forties, everyone said. Rich. Powerful. The kind of man who didn’t ask for respect — he just took it. Behind his back, the younger guys called him “Daddy” because of the way he spoke, low and commanding, like he could ruin your life or make your knees weak with one sentence.
Jake straightened up fast. “That’s my boss. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”