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  Untamed Daddy

  Laylah Roberts

  Untamed Daddy

  Laylah Roberts

  © 2021, Laylah Roberts

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  Editing: Celeste Jones

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  Contents

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  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

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Epilogue

  Her Daddy’s Jewel

  Books by Laylah Roberts

  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

  His Little Cowgirl Novella

  Heal Me, Daddy

  Daddy’s Little Bride Novella

  Daddy in Cowboy Boots

  A Little Christmas Cheer

  Sheriff Daddy (Coming April)

  MC Daddy

  Motorcycle Daddy

  Hero Daddy

  Protector Daddy

  Untamed Daddy

  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

  Harem of Daddies

  Ruled by Her Daddies

  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

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  1

  Emme wondered if today was the day he was going to kill her.

  Crash!

  She jumped at the noise, letting out a small cry. She slammed her hand over her mouth.

  Don’t make a noise. Maybe he won’t find you.

  Usually, he only visited a few times a year, and he’d been here last month so she couldn’t understand why he was back so soon. As soon as Emme heard his car pull up outside, she’d hidden in one of the spare bedroom closets. She’d curled up in the back corner, pulling an old jacket down to put over herself.

  Please don’t find me. Please don’t find me.

  Closing her eyes, she bit down on her lip so she wouldn’t make any noise. She wished she had Starry and Bad Boy, but they were safely tucked under her mattress. Drawing her legs up to her chest, she hid her face in her knees. Dark, small spaces weren’t her friend, but if she buried her face, maybe she could pretend she was somewhere else.

  If she kept still and quiet, maybe he wouldn’t find her.

  “Come here, you stupid, ugly bitch!”

  Emme stuck her fingers in her ears. She knew it wouldn’t really drown out his screams, but it at least muffled some of the noise.

  Just stay quiet. Stay hidden. Maybe he’ll go away.

  Such a dreamer, Emme.

  “You fucking bitch!”

  Why did he always get mad at her?

  Smash!

  Emme startled. Shit. He was getting closer. She shook, her breath coming in fast pants. No one would help her, either. The staff all knew the consequences of going against him.

  Once, one of her tutors had tried to help her. She’d disappeared and never returned. Emme had cried every night for a week before Suzie gave her a pep-talk. Well, it was more of a scolding. Suzie could be a real bitch sometimes.

  Suzie was her friend. Her only friend. She was also made up. What kind of weirdo had an imaginary friend at twenty-two?

  Crash!

  He was going to find her soon.

  “Where are you, you dumb fucking bitch?” he roared. He sounded like he was right in front of her.

  Don’t move. Don’t breathe.

  You have to breathe, you fool.

  “Everything is a fucking mess. Get out here!” he roared.

  Please leave me alone. Please go away.

  The closet door suddenly swung open with a creak.

  Then someone ripped away the jacket covering her face. And her worst nightmare stood there, staring down at her.

  “H-hello, Father.”

  * * *

  Reyes went through the information on the pen drive one more time. He didn’t know what he was expecting to find. He’d gone over everything on here a million times.

  Senior’s life was imploding. The FBI had raided his son, Forrest’s houses and businesses and Senior was now under the spotlight as well. Although he had a lot of powerful friends, so it wouldn’t surprise Reyes if he managed to keep his ass out of jail.

  The door to his office opened and Duke walked in.

  “Hey,” he greeted the VP of the Iron Shadows. Reyes didn’t really have
friends. Letting people get too close was never a good idea.

  Unfortunately, keeping a distance from these guys wasn’t that easy.

  Duke watched Reyes remove the pen drive then put it in the secret safe he’d installed a few months ago.

  “You’re obsessed,” Duke commented.

  Obsessed? Like hell he was.

  “Don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he snapped back.

  Duke just huffed out a breath. “Right. So if I asked for that pen drive, you’d just hand it over.”

  Course he wouldn’t. Was Duke insane?

  Duke snorted. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

  “Senior needs to be taken down. He’s dirty as fuck.”

  Duke nodded. “And he will be. The FBI is on his ass. Only reason he’s not in jail is because he knows some powerful people.”

  “Which means he could get off scot-free.”

  Duke raised an eyebrow. “So you want to do what? Send that information to the FBI?”

  “Hell no.”

  Reyes tapped his fingers on the top of his scarred wooden desk. It was huge and old and battered. Suited him just fine.

  “Then what?”

  Reyes just stared at him. Duke straightened in his seat. “Nope. We’re not going after him ourselves. We’ve had this fucking conversation before.”

  “What conversation?” Ink strolled in, his hands in his front jean pockets. His blond hair was slicked back, and he had a cocky grin on his face.

  Razor walked in behind Ink. Large, dark-skinned, and pushing fifty, he hid his demons behind a smile and some southern charm. Jason slipped in and leaned against the wall. Quiet. The biggest and youngest of them all had a darkness in him that few ever saw or knew about.

  “Where’s Spike?” Reyes asked.

  “He’s coming,” Ink said. “He’s having a chat with Millie. Apparently, he told her to leave the gun at home. Millie didn’t listen.”

  Reyes’ eyes widened. Millie could be . . . eccentric and slightly unpredictable. She was a walking arsenal wrapped up in an innocent-looking package. She dressed like a 1950s pin-up girl, and she’d be ever-so-polite as she pulled out her pink gun and offered to blow off your family jewels.

  “Don’t know why he’s so concerned,” Razor said. “It’s not like she’ll have put bullets in it.”

  “No, but he doesn’t want her accidentally pulling it out when she’s searching for something in her bag and starting a panic,” Ink replied.

  “What did we do for entertainment before the girls came around?” Razor drawled.

  “Fucked if I know,” Ink stated. “But I can’t imagine life without them.”

  “Betsy and Sunny are out in the bar?” Reyes asked.

  Duke nodded, frowning slightly. “Jewel’s not there tonight though, so let’s make this quick.”

  Concern stirred. Last time he’d tried to talk to Jewel, she’d reassured him that she was fine. That she just needed some time off. But he didn’t like it. It felt like she was trying to cut herself off from them all.

  Spike stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.

  “Everything okay?” Reyes asked.

  Spike just grunted out a reply.

  “Millie upset that you confiscated her gun?” Ink asked.

  Spike sat and crossed his arms over his chest, then glared at Ink.

  “Somebody ain’t getting lucky tonight,” Ink sang.

  “You wanna shut up before I rearrange that pretty boy face into something that Betsy no longer recognizes,” Spike snarled.

  “Doesn’t matter,” Ink told him. My woman isn’t only with me for this pretty face, although it’s nice of you to notice, she also loves my rocking body and my monster c—”

  “Enough chatting,” Reyes interrupted. Nobody needed to hear about Ink’s monster cock.

  Ink sighed. “You ever take the time for some fun, Reyes? ‘Cause lately you’ve been in a worse mood than usual. Hell, you’re making Spike here look like a comedian.”

  Spike scowled.

  “Hard to have fun when things are going to shit around here.”

  “That overdose the other week wasn’t your fault,” Razor told him seriously.

  “That girl got the drugs from somewhere,” Reyes snapped back. “And I want to know if she got them from someone here.” So far, his investigations had reached a dead-end. The girl hadn’t died, but she’d discharged herself from the hospital before he could talk to her.

  “Reyes doesn’t like the fact that we haven’t done anything about Senior,” Duke said.

  Reyes glared at him. Duke just shrugged.

  Ink ran his hand over his face with a groan. “Not this again. I thought we were letting things go. We dealt with the senator. We dealt with Forrest. The old man is already in trouble. What more do we need to do? We’re just going to get ourselves killed.”

  Fuck it. Reyes knew he was right. But he still didn’t like it. There were too many loose ends.

  “Why don’t we see how things play out,” Razor suggested. “That asshole ends up in jail, well, all good. He slips free, then we take action.”

  And what if the bastard ran? However, Reyes nodded. “Fine, I’ll leave Senior alone for the moment. But there are some other issues.”

  “There always is,” Ink said.

  Reyes ignored him. “Been hearing some mutterings lately. Seems some of the guys aren’t happy with the way things are being run around here.”

  Razor sighed. “Idiots. They think we should be heading down the path Smiley was leading us.”

  “Into drugs, prostitution, and guns,” Ink said with a frown.

  “Think they’re going to try for a coup?” Reyes asked.

  “Don’t know. Can’t figure out if it’s just a bunch of grumbling assholes or if there is someone leading the pack,” Ink said.

  “Someone will be leading it,” Reyes countered. “We just need to find out who.”

  It was usual to have some problems after you took power of a group like he had. He’d come in, ousted Smiley, the last Prez, and started changing things. He’d cleaned up the Iron Shadows. They were mostly on the up-and-up now.

  Pain thrummed in his temples, but he didn’t let it show.

  Never show weakness.

  There were too many loose ends, and he didn’t like it. Not only did he have no idea who was heading this group of dissenters, but he still hadn’t found the mole. He wasn’t even sure there had ever been a mole.

  Jacob Reyes liked control. He liked to know exactly what was going on. Being kept in the dark wasn’t an option.

  “If you want me to knock a few heads together, slice up a few tongues, you know I’m happy to help,” Razor said with a grin.

  “You’re one scary motherfucker sometimes,” Duke told him.

  Razor winked at him.

  “Let me think about our next move.” He just had to figure out a way to do that. “Anything else?”

  They all shook their heads then started to file out.

  Duke stopped at the door. “Coming for a drink?”

  Reyes shook his head. “Got stuff to do.”

  “You know, maybe there wouldn’t be so many problems if the guys saw you as one of them.” Duke left.

  Fuck. He knew Duke was right. He should go out there. But he wasn’t really one of them. He was on his own. Which was the way he liked it. Right?

  2

  A few hours later, Reyes pulled his bike into his garage.

  He needed a damn drink. He walked up the outside stairs to his apartment. Entering, he took off his leather jacket and poured himself a scotch. He picked up the pack of cigarettes that sat on the top of the kitchen counter and moved out onto his back patio.

  After getting his finances into the black, he’d bought his own place. Wasn’t much. One bedroom. One bathroom. Small living area. But it was his, and it had a big enough garage for his bike and truck.

  Grabbing a cigarette, he held it between his two fingers. He never lit
them. He’d given up years ago. Holding the cigarette without lighting it was a reminder that he was in control. He took a sip of the scotch. A feeling of calmness filled him as he stared out over the city. His phone rang, and he frowned, staring down at the unknown number. The call ended. No message on his voicemail. Probably a wrong number.

  The phone started again and he put it on silent. When it rang the third time, he answered.

  “Stop fucking calling me.”

  “About time you picked up. What were you doing? You weren’t finally getting laid, were you? Oh, who am I kidding, you’re practically a goddamn monk. More likely you were beating the bishop. Hope I didn’t stop you halfway through. Not finishing can be bad for your health. Do you know that masturbation can help prevent prostate cancer? Since I know you lack for female companionship, I’m guessing you have to cuff the carrot twice as much as everyone else. If you need to finish, go right ahead. Don’t mind me. You can put me on speakerphone if you like. Blue balls are no joke.”

  “Who is this?” Reyes snarled.

  “Yep, I definitely interrupted you partway through pulling the pope.”

  Reyes hung up on him. His phone rang. It would stop, then ring again. He should just turn it off and go to bed. Then get Brody to track down this number in the morning. But there was something that told him to pick up again . . .

  “What the fuck do you want?” he snapped.

  “You haven’t finished yet? How long does it take? Do you need some good porn? What are you into? I’m thinking BDSM porn will be your thing, huh?”