A Hustler's Daughter (BOOK 2)

Chapter Fifty-Six -- What Daddy Says, Daddy Means

Chapter Fifty-Six -- What Daddy Says, Daddy Means

I remember looking down on people who cheated in a relationship. Usually, the person don't love the other person or they're not happy. They feel empty inside while telling the person they're cheating with lies.

"I'm leaving her soon so I can be with you"

"I don't love him like I love you"

"What she don't know wont hurt her."

Lies. They're all lies.

I rolled my Camaro to my usual parking space at my dad's house. It's been a while since I've been here.

I opened the driver's door, letting the remaining heat from the AC escape outside. The cold winter wind tossed my straightened hair all over my head as I took my son out.

Erik was sucking his pacifier when I reached in to get his car seat. I couldn't help but gush at how cute he looked in his Polo, Ralph Lauren winter gear.

"Hey, Mommy's little man," I said while gently squeezing his little cheeks.

Erik's eyes lit up before me as he spit the pacifier out, giving me his all gums smile.

I giggled and began carrying him to the house. Since I still had my key, I skipped knocking and went right in.

As soon as I stepped in, I couldn't help but notice the huge painted picture of my dad and Octavia in the foyer. They both stood behind a all white background.

Daddy had a thick cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth with one of his custom made suits on. Octavia stood close to him, the front of her body facing his with her hand resting on his shoulder.

I laughed a little because who ever the painter was made her ass way bigger than it really is. Either way, the picture still looked good though.

"What are you laughing at?"

I looked up to see Octavia standing at the top of the stair balcony. Her hair was up in a loose bun on top of her head. I couldn't tell if she had make up on or not.

"Oooh nothing," I said slowly. I sat Erik's car seat down and picked him up in my arms.

"Aww let me see my handsome grandson." Octavia skipped down the stairs quickly.

It was weird to hear her call my son her grandson considering how young she is, but she seemed not to mind.

"He gets cuter everyday," she said while I handed him over.

"Where's Daddy?"

"In his office," she told me, her eyes never leaving Erik.

"Okay."

When I got to my dad's office the door was open, something he rarely does. He sounded like he was talking to someone.

"That big ego shit is bad for everybody. It'll fuck up my paper and when my paper fucked up bodies get dropped. What do I always tell you this game is about?"

"It's about buying shit for one dollar and selling it for two." The voice was deep so I knew it was a male. Probably one of my dad's runners.

"Exactly. It's simple. Fuck the street rep 'cause when everybody knows your name, it means the feds know your name too. Rico's a hot head. Three hundred grand for his body. Five for him brought back to me alive. Get that shit on the street, my nigga."

I exhaled and walked away from the door, not wanting to hear anymore. I hate what my dad does and to know Ethic was following his foot steps is sickening.

"Baby girl!"

I stopped in my foot steps and turned back around. How did he know I was there? I walked back up to the office and stuck my head in the door.

"What's up, Daddy?" I said nonchalantly.

I looked over at the handsome man my dad was lecturing. Never the one to be rude, I spoke to him. He threw his head back quickly a way of saying what up.

"I'm done talking, Mike, but remember what I said," Daddy told the man.

Mike nodded, "I gotchu, Kai." I stepped out of the way, giving him room to leave. I stepped inside the office, keeping my eyes on Daddy.

He said, "Shut the door."

I did as I was told. "What's up?" I repeated again.

"Sit down," he told me, ignoring my question again.

I went over and sat in front of him. I watched as he reached in his top draw of the desk and pulled out one of his perfectly rolled blunts.

Striking it up and taking a puff he said, "Bone's son ain't dead."

I swear, as soon as those words left his mouth I felt my heart rate drop. My hands became so sweaty I had to wipe them on my DKNY skinny jeans.

"How do you--"

"When Ethic shot him in my home, I know he was dead. I seen it with my own fuckin' eyes."

I began shaking my head. "Daddy--"

"Wait, I'm not saying you had anything to do with his sudden come back. I'm just letting you know. Be careful. I'm not getting you no body guard or no shit like that 'cause I trust Ethic with my daughter and grandson. Ethic's become like a son to me. The son I never had. But if he fails to keep you both safe, it's his head on a silver fucking platter. Are we clear?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded my head twice. "I understand, Daddy."

He put the blunt up to his lips and deeply inhaled. When he exhaled the smoke, he put the blunt out in his crystal ashtray.

"Good, now come over here and let me hug my baby girl."

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A/N :

I'm sorry for the wait, guys.