Daddy's Girl
A Daddy Issues Novel
Copyright © 2020 by Rebel Wild
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Printed in the United States of America
First Printing, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-7359763-0-3 (print)
Cover by Black Widow Designs
Interior formatting by Alt 19 Creative
www.rebelwildbooks.com
For Mom and Matthew—
You give me the strength to carry on
To Katherine Caron—
You make this world a lot brighter
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty- Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
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About the Author
Chapter One
“Miss Warren,” he says, looking up at me expectantly as I stand here like an idiot. “My time is very valuable to me and it should be to you as well.” He gestures for me to sit down. His cold demeanor has me feeling deflated. I’ve lost all the nerve I had when I called him yesterday demanding this meeting.
“Thank you,” I say, trying to keep my legs from giving out as I take the seat he’s offering.
He smiles coyly at me, rubbing his index and middle finger against his thumb like they itch.
“Well?”
“I need for you to drop the charges against my dad.”
“This again?” He says with a sigh. “We’ve been through this. You know I can’t just drop the charges. Didn’t his lawyer explain that to you?”
“His lawyer is crap and you know it.”
“Then he needs to hire another one.”
“He can’t afford another one.”
“How is that my problem?” He sighs louder this time.
“He worked for you. You know the kind of man he is.”
“I know exactly what kind of man he is, which is why he’s in jail. Your dad was caught with his hands in the cookie jar, so my hands are tied. I can’t just wave a magic wand and make it all go away. The fact that he worked for me makes it even more complicated. I have to make sure every T is crossed or my ass is on the line.”
“If he was a cop, you’d wave that wand. How many T’s have you left uncrossed for them?”
“Are you implying that I’m covering up police corruption, Miss Warren? Do you really want to piss me off?”
“I just want you to let my dad come home.”
“Did he send you here to plead his case?”
“He’d be pissed if he knew I was even talking to you.”
“Then why are you? You should be working with his lawyer’s office, not mine.”
“You’re the one with all the power. Literally, all you have to do is drop the charges.”
“That’s all?” He laughs. “Well, why don’t I just go ahead and do that then. Why don’t I just drop the charges and then deal with the fall-out of my whole department being up for review. Not to mention risking my career and my reelection. But sure, I’ll just go right ahead and drop the charges to make your precious daddy happy.”
“You can drop them because it’s doing the right thing, freeing an innocent man.”
“Not according to the evidence. Your dad is going to jail for a very long time, so you may as well get used to it.”
“But he’s innocent.”
“And you’re blind, but if you think innocent men don’t get locked up, have your dad take a poll while he’s in there. Now, if you’ll excuse me—”
“No, wait, please. What can he do? There has to be something. He’s dying in jail. They know he’s a prosecutor. Most of those guys are the ones he helped put in there. His life is in danger and he has to be isolated. He spends day after day all by himself. He can’t handle it.”
“Sounds like the warden’s doing his job.”
“Do you really not care? My dad devoted himself to working for you, and this is the thanks he gets?”
“I don’t owe your father a damn thing. Thanks to him, the entire city is looking at me sideways.”
“But he looked up to you. He respected you and you won’t even lift a finger to help him. You literally have the keys to his cage.”
“I’ve already told you how I’d be willing to help your father, but you turned me down. There’s really not much else I’m willing to do. The ball is in your court.”
“I can’t do what you want. It’s wrong.”
“Then you can see yourself out,” he says, but I don’t move. “What?”
“I want to say yes.”
“Then why don’t you? Nothing’s standing in your way.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“I’ve made it extremely easy for you. You’re the one making it more than it has to be. I want you. I don’t think that’s a secret anymore. So, it’s simple. If you want to help your dad, you’ll give me what I want. I ‘literally’ have the keys to his cage, as you put it.”
“I don’t know. Can I think about it?”
“You’ve thought long enough, but lucky for you I have a meeting. I’ll stop by your work later and I want an answer then. I don’t have time for games and neither does your father.”
“Okay.”
“What in the world am I doing?” I say. My Uber driver is going way too fast, but I barely notice. The sooner he gets me to the county jail for a quick visit with Daddy, the better. I need to see him. I need to feel like I’m his little girl again before everything changes. If he knew what I was thinking about
