Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 12), page 1
Rogue Daddy
Laylah Roberts
Laylah Roberts.
Rogue Daddy.
© 2021, Laylah Roberts
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Contents
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Books by Laylah Roberts
Trigger Warning
Foreword
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
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Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling Novella
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy
Warrior Daddy
Daddy’s Angel
Heal Me, Daddy
Daddy in Cowboy Boots
A Little Christmas Cheer
Sheriff Daddy
Her Daddies’ Saving Grace
Rogue Daddy
MC Daddies
Motorcycle Daddy
Hero Daddy
Protector Daddy
Untamed Daddy
Her Daddy’s Jewel
Fierce Daddy
Harem of Daddies
Ruled by her Daddies
Claimed by her Daddies
Stolen by her Daddies (coming 2022)
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won
Cole’s Mistake
Jardin’s Gamble
Romanced by the Malones
Twice the Malone
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Bad Boys of Wildeside
Wilde
Sinclair
Luke
Trigger Warning
Please be aware that our heroine didn’t have an easy life. There are trigger warnings for abuse, violence and suicide (briefly mentioned).
Foreword
I thought I better give you a bit of a recap. So, if you’ll recall, in Daring Daddy, Eden receives a message from Keira on her phone. Unable to get in touch with her, she goes to Reaper’s Bar to look for her.
Except Keira and one of the Iron Shadows members have taken off with an envelope from Reyes’ safe. An envelope that contained a hundred grand in cash, and some photos that were being used to blackmail Senator Jonathan Robins.
Fergus Bartolli, the head of the Bartolli family, was using the Iron Shadows to blackmail the senator with those photos, and he wants his photos and the money back.
Kent sends Zander to track down Keira and bring her back along with the envelope and money . . .
Only when Zander is involved, things never quite go to plan.
All caught up? I hope so . . . read on and enjoy!
Prologue
“Tonight is the night, Keira.”
Keira gasped as Carl walked up behind her. Turning, she glanced around, but they were alone in the back storeroom of Reaper’s Bar.
“Tonight? You mean . . .”
“You know what I mean.” He stared down at her intently. Carl was a tall, thin guy with long, dark hair. At one stage, she’d thought he was good looking. Until she’d gotten to know him better.
He’d once been her hero, the guy who’d given her a safe place to live, found her a job, who’d promised to help her.
How many people had told her they’d help her only to use her instead?
And now she was beginning to think that Carl was just like them.
“I don’t know, Carl, this doesn’t feel right,” she whispered.
He stepped in close, looming over her. She shied back, holding in a cry. Although he’d never physically hurt her, there were times that he scared the crap out of her.
“Doesn’t feel right? These aren’t good guys, Keira. You know what Reyes and the others do to women behind closed doors. They’re abusive assholes, just like your old man. They don’t care about you or your situation. Only I can help you, Little Bird. Only I care about you.”
She swallowed heavily. It still didn’t feel right. Reyes had only ever been good to her. But that didn’t mean he was a good person.
“It’s stealing,” she whispered.
“It’s drug money, Little Bird. It’s going to fund our new life together; don’t you want that? To be with me?”
No.
“O-of course.” Bile rose in her throat.
“And we’ll help your sister, too.”
Right. She let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “What if they come after us?”
“They won’t bother. It’s not enough money for them to worry about. Probably a night’s takings and we’ll be long gone before they notice it’s missing.”
She still wasn’t sure.
“Come on, you can do this. For me.”
She found herself nodding. Too scared to say anything else.
Yelling from the direction of the bar made her jump in fright.
Carl just smiled. “That’s the distraction I set up. Come on. We have to hurry. Don’t worry, Little Bird. This is the beginning of our new life together.”
Yeah. That was kind of what she was afraid of.
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“Someone is following us.”
Umm.
Surely, he was joking.
Of course they were being followed. She opened her mouth, then quickly shut it, smothering her sarcastic reply.
That wouldn’t be well received. Carl could be terrifying when he was mad. Why hadn’t she seen that before she’d gotten involved with him? He’d gotten to her when she was down and vulnerable.
“Do you think the Iron Shadows guys are close?” she asked.
Why had she let Carl talk her into any of this? Into helping him steal an envelope of cash from Reyes’ office at Reaper’s Bar.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Carl had made it sound like he was doing it to help her.
She’d fallen for those words like a complete idiot. She’d forgotten the most important lesson.
Trust no one.
Look at where trusting Carl had gotten her. Now they were on the run. People were after them because of the money they’d stolen. She wished she’d been stronger, that she’d told him no.
She’d liked working at Reaper’s. No one hurt or abused her. She got paid on time. She even got fed a meal every shift.
Now she was moving from shitty motel room to shitty motel room, scared out of her mind.
Yeah. This was great fun.
Oh, and she was stuck with a guy she was starting to think was a ticking time bomb.
Keira really didn’t want to be close by when he detonated.
Carl paced back and forth across the tiny motel room. Keira was sitting at the table, which had a cracked linoleum top and one wonky leg. Carl drew out his pocketknife and flicked it up and down as he thought. She hated when he did that. “We need to keep moving. We need to get out of here, maybe go to Mexico.”
“Mexico?” Keira sat up straight. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“It is now. I’ll call a friend, see if he can help us. Hopefully, he can meet us close to the border or we might need to go to him.”
No. No way. Caution fled her as she stood. “Carl, I’m not going to fucking Mexico!”
Carl stared back at her. Something in his eyes made her still.
Run, Keira.
The crazy was strong in him today. It seemed to be growing every day.
There had been signs, if only she’d taken note of them. She rubbed at her arm, remembering the time he’d grabbed her and shook her when she’d gotten home late one night and hadn’t called him. She’d told herself he was just worried.
Seemed like she’d told herself a lot of shit. Unfortunately, it all was all a made-up bunch of lies to make herself feel better.
She was good at that.
“You’re coming to Mexico, Keira.”
She shook her head.
“Are you arguing with me?” he asked in a low, dark voice. The look on his face was chilling.
Caution.
“You know I can’t go to Mexico, Carl. My sister—”
“Doesn’t give a shit about you,” he said harshly.
It was a blow to her gut. If her sister didn’t care about her, then who did?
No one.
If she died, no one would mourn her. And her life would have no meaning.
No, she refused to believe it. Because then everything she’d done, everything she’d risked would be for nothing.
“You said we’d use the money to help her.”
“This money is to start our new life together. In Mexico. You’re coming with me, Keira.”
She really didn’t want to go anywhere with him. Let alone to Mexico. But she tried hard not to let that thought show on her face.
Keira wasn’t dumb.
Well, okay, that wasn’t entirely true. She was often dumb. But she knew that she had to be careful right now.
“You told me—”
“I told you that I’d look after you,” he said in a harder voice, although his touch was gentle as he reached out and brushed his fingers over her cheek.
That kept her confused and on edge. The contrast between his tone and his touch.
It was scary.
When someone was mad, they hit. Or that was her experience, anyway.
Face it, Keira, you are way out of your depth.
“Yes, I know. But my sister...” she trailed off as the look in his eyes grew harder, meaner.
“I made no promises about your sister.”
No, but he’d definitely said that they were going to help her.
“Only I care about you. I’m the only person you can depend on. The only person that loves you. Tell me you get that. Tell me that you love me too.”
What was happening right now?
A tremble raced through her. She had to swallow hastily, trying to control her rioting gut. Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that she’d drunk water from the tap earlier.
Carl had been feeling paranoid enough that he hadn’t wanted to leave the room, even to get some bottled water from the vending machine.
And this wasn’t the sort of motel that had a mini-bar or room service.
This was the type of motel that rented rooms out by the hour and didn’t give a fuck if you gave them false identification.
“Look at you, trembling in desire for me. Little Bird, you don’t have to be so worried. I’m going to look after you. All you need to do is what I tell you, understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Fighting won’t help. It’s only going to get you hurt.
She was going to have to wait for him to leave, then grab some of the money and go. What other choice did she have?
And then you’ll have him as well as the Iron Shadows guys on your ass.
Perfect.
“Tell me you love me.” He dropped his fingers to her chin, lowering his mouth towards hers.
Please don’t kiss me. Please.
“I need to brush my teeth,” she blurted out.
His fingers tightened on her chin to the point of pain and she had to stop herself from shoving him, from fighting back.
Pretending to be weak and fragile seemed to work best with him. Which wasn’t difficult to do since she felt weak and fragile.
“I forgot to grab my toothbrush and toothpaste when we left the last motel. Sorry.”
He took a step back, and for a moment, she thought he would snap. Then something in him eased, and he put a charming smile on his face.
It was disturbing how easily he did that.
“Then it’s up to your man to get you more, isn’t it?”
Her man? Gross.
Smile. Act nice.
Get his guard down.
Acting was so damn hard.
“Whatever you need, I’ll provide.”
Really? Because what she really needed was to sleep in a bed with clean sheets and to take a shower where she didn’t feel dirtier than before she entered.
Oh, and to be far, far away from him.
“Now, tell me you love me.”
She didn’t want to. It made her feel awful. But she really didn’t want to see his reaction if she refused.
“I love you, Carl.”
The last of his tension fled his shoulders. “Of course you do. I’m just going down to the convenience store on the corner. Stay here.”
Sure, she’d stay here.
Not.
Once he’d left, she jumped up and peered quickly out the window. She couldn’t leave too soon and risk him seeing her.
Then she spotted his duffle. Maybe the money was in there. Moving over, she swiftly searched through it, but no envelope.
However, her hand encountered something hard and familiar. She drew out the object, nearly sobbing for joy.
Her phone! She’d thought that he would have gotten rid of it. Dumbass. With shaking hands, she turned it on. Please have battery power. Please.
It powered up. Four percent.
Oh God, please work.
She didn’t have time to think about it, she simply searched for her name. She was the only one person who might be able to help her.
This was a longshot. It was doubtful that Eden even gave a damn about Keira anymore.
Keira wouldn’t blame her. Keira only seemed to contact her when she needed something.
“Come on, come on, pick up,” she muttered. It was a risk, calling her instead of just running.
“Hi, this is Eden. Leave a message. I’ll get back to you. Maybe.”
Tears entered her eyes at the sound of the other woman’s voice. Would this be the last time she’d hear it? Most likely. Stupid to feel so sentimental. She didn’t have time for this.
“Eden? Eden, it’s me, Keira.” Shit. There was so much static, she had no idea whether her message would even get through.
Shitty phone with shitty reception.
“Eden, I need help. Please. I’m near Beaver in Utah, but we’ll be leaving soon. I just . . . if you can’t help me I get it. And I’m sorry. For taking money from you. For not being a decent friend.”
The call ended suddenly, and she looked down at the phone, seeing that it was dead. Fuck. Holding back a sob, she moved to the door. She had to get out of here. Just as she reached for the door handle, it swung open and Carl raced in.
She braced herself for him to ask her what she was doing, but he didn’t say anything, just peeked out the window.
