Father I'll Take Care Of You Novels & Stories

he says still starring at me, "He has not" "Then forget it all in sorry but i can't ket you get involved in those matters they will do you no food and plenty harm" "You can't cinfune it control me anymore" "Young girl I'll drive you home and let you have a deep sleep and lots of rest then we will have some serious conversation when we get home so thanks die the visit and call I'd like to leave now Myles" father says pulling out his chair and also oukling out his own to stand,

He placed emphasis how simple his son's job was. "Jones, our man I-kill, will handle the rest, I just need you to be present. Show your face to those in the truck when they need to offload and that will be a done deal. Patiently wait till the offloading is over and then, you can go to wherever you wish." His father said as he crossed his legs, a cigarette in his hand, "is that understood?"

"Too trusting. Cum for me, Isabella. Think about her gone." I did, clenching around his cock, waves crashing. He followed, filling me. We cuddled after, whispering. "Tomorrow, I'll add more," I said. "And I'll watch," he promised. The next morning, he did—lingering in the kitchen as I dosed the creamer again. Mom drank it, none the wiser. By afternoon, she vomited, calling in sick to work. Daddy texted me: "It's working. Can't wait for tonight."

I said, "You have a point. Well, it's okay. Let me know if you need anything?" Father said, "I got everything covered, Father. No need to worry," "That is good. I trust you will do well, I need positive results only." Father said, I nodded, "Of course, Sir. Only positive results." "Okay then. Let me not keep. Have a nice flight when you travel. Let me know when you arrive. You can leave," He said. I turned and bowed."Please take care of your health, Troy-D-Don!" I teased,

"You're right. You're fucking right." "I know I am," I said, crossing my arms tighter. "So here's what we're going to do. They stay here. Both of them. Not because I trust her, but because I trust myself to watch her. And you're going to talk to your son. Not as Damon Kings Black. But as his father." His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "You're amazing, Cupcake. Even when you hate me, you're still the best damn thing in my life."

It was all my choice, and I was suffering between the decisions. "Delancy," he said, his tone strong and harsh, jolting me. "You have so many opportunities waiting for you. You are young, beautiful, and smart. I know there's an amazing person inside you waiting to take on the world but for now let me fix this. I'm supposed to take care of you, you're supposed to rely on me. If anything comes our way or if anything happens to me, I will take care of it, you don't need to worry. Struggling, difficulties, and problems, that's what a father is for. You're my daughter and I'm your father. This is my problem so let me take the fall." Tears welled in my eyes and my hands clung to my father's shirt

my father's gruff voice sounded in my ear. "Daddy," was the only word I could get out as loud sobs took over again. "Oh, sweetie. This isn't your fault. Brack and his team will get this creep. I promise. And if they don't, I'll hire someone to take him out. He needs to die so you'll be safe. I'll see him dead if it's the last thing I do."

I whispered. “You ever feel in trouble, you give me a call. Your father would want to know,” he sniffed, dabbing his amber eyes. “Sorry,” he said, voice hoarse. “But your father would want to know someone's lookin' after you. Like I look after Tina.” He cocked his head to the framed picture of his daughter that hung over the bar. “Not like that girl back there. It's cold enough of a world, but Heaven's even colder.” Tears filled my own eyes. “Th-Thank you,” I said, looking down at my blurred homework. “I- I-”

“Don’t worry baby, I will make sure we are okay.” “I can’t lose you, Jacob, not when we are so close to getting the hell out of here.” “I know, but please don't stress yourself out. I will take care of this.” “I want to see you.” “I have to deal with my father tonight, I will text when I’m done.” “I love you.”

Dylan slowly opened it, and heaved deeply as he read, "SON, ITS YOUR FATHER. MORE IMPORTANTLY, HOW ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU FINE? IT'S THE RESPONSIBILITY OF EVERY FATHER TO WATCH OUT CLOSELY FOR THEIR CHILDREN, BUT I HAVE FAILED IN MANY WAYS, AND I'M DEEPLY SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO CORRECT THE MISTAKES THAT I HAVE MADE. I'VE TRIED TO REACH OUT TO YOU ON DAILY BASIS, SENDING YOU LETTERS, DYLAN. ALL I WANT IS YOUR HAPPINESS, AND TO SEE YOU SUCCEED IN LIFE. FROM THE MOMENT I FOUND YOU, I KNEW YOU WERE AN EXCEPTIONAL CHILD AND I LOVED YOU DEARLY SON. IF YOU SEE THIS, THEN I'M PROBABLY DEAD BY NOW AND RESTING ON. I AM HAPPY WHEREVER I AM, SON, SO YOU HAVE TO PROMISE ME YOU'LL BE HAPPY TO. MY GRE