Daddy's Obsession (Crime Boss Daddies Book 1), page 1
DADDY’S OBSESSION
LAYLAH ROBERTS
Laylah Roberts.
Daddy’s Obsession.
© 2022, Laylah Roberts.
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CONTENTS
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Books by Laylah Roberts
Trigger Warnings
Author’s Note
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
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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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
Heal Me, Daddy
Daddy in Cowboy Boots
A Little Christmas Cheer
Sheriff Daddy
Her Daddies’ Saving Grace
A Little Winter Wonderland
Daddy’s Sassy Sweetheart
MC Daddies
Motorcycle Daddy
Hero Daddy
Protector Daddy
Untamed Daddy
Her Daddy’s Jewel
Fierce Daddy
Savage Daddy
Boss Daddy
Harem of Daddies
Ruled by her Daddies
Claimed by her Daddies
Stolen by her Daddies
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
Mending a Malone
New Orleans Malones
Damaged Princess
Vengeful Commander
Crime Boss Daddies
Daddy’s Obsession
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
Standalones
Their Christmas Baby
A Cozy Little Christmas
Haley Chronicles
Ally and Jake
TRIGGER WARNINGS
In this book, our heroine has a stalker. She was also bullied in her younger years. There is also mention of a cult that abused young women. However, this isn’t gone into in detail.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
This book starts before the end of Boss Daddy. But while some characters cross over into this book, I have written it so that you should be able to read it without reading Boss Daddy or any of the other MC Daddies stories.
Laylah xx
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Sparkles of gold caught his attention.
In the middle of a sea of writhing bodies, she stood out. A shining star. Gorgeous. Stunning.
And quite possibly the worst dancer he’d ever seen.
He winced as she stumbled into someone. A surge of anger filled him as the guy she’d banged into danced up against her. She turned and shook her head, stepping away from him.
Gray tightened his hands around the rail as he leaned over, watching.
If that asshole did anything . . .
Well, he’d been looking for someone to work out his frustration on.
But the guy moved back, hands up.
Probably for the best. He shouldn’t start a fight in the middle of the nightclub. Although, he could always pull that fucker out the back and take care of him.
Gray glanced around The Edge, one of the legitimate businesses that his boss, Drew Markovich, owned.
Last night, Markovich had been shot at outside the back of Suck ‘n Blow, another bar he owned.
He could have been killed. It was Gray’s job to keep him safe, and he’d nearly failed.
So now he was here, looking to burn off some of the anger riding him.
Not by dancing.
But a fight or fuck would do it.
He watched her move. Her hips swaying. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back, nearly reaching her ass.
Made him wonder what she’d look like as she rode him. Or as he twisted her hair around his fist while he guided her mouth over his cock.
Fuck.
Reaching down, he adjusted himself. No one could see him up here as the VIP area was above the dance floor.
But he could see her just fine.
The Edge wasn’t somewhere he usually came to find a woman. He preferred to go to Hooks and Cuffs, the local BDSM club. He’d find a sub to scene with. To fuck. Occasionally, he fucked women outside the club scene. But he always made sure that they knew the score first.
He wasn’t looking for forever. Or anything beyond one night.
He watched as Goldie stumbled again. Drunk? Or just clumsy?
This was stupid. He should go to Hooks and Cuffs and find a sub to take care of his hard dick.
Instead, he watched as another asshole approached her. Motherfucker was pushier. Just as Gray was about to storm his way down here, the bastard backed off.
Fuck.
Watching her was bad for his blood pressure. She was definitely an asshole magnet. He understood why they were approaching her. While she might be a terrible dancer, there was something in the way she lost herself to the music. She gave it her everything.
Goldie suddenly started making her way off the dance floor. Toilet? Drink?
His gaze narrowed as she headed for the front door. Where were her friends? Fuck. Had she really come here alone?
Not your problem.
Why was he so worried about her? He didn’t know her. He didn’t let people get under his skin like this.
And yet he still found himself checking the external camera feed on his phone. It was a live feed, and . . . there she was.
She had a jacket on now at least.
Why do you care if she’s warm or not?
There was no way he was falling for a woman in a gold dress with crazy dance moves.
Never.
But maybe he should just go follow her and make sure she got into a taxi . . .
It was his good deed of the . . . month? Year?
Fuck. Who cared? He was doing it.
“Well, boys, look what just stumbled into our laps.”
She stumbled as some asshole dragged her into a dark alley, one hand tight around her arm, the other pressed over her mouth.
Fight, Maeve.
Break away. Run.
Right. She’d do that if she had some clue how to fight.
Shit.
All she’d wanted was to go dancing and have some fun. Dancing used to be an outlet for her. A way to shake off all her fears. But she hadn’t been out dancing for a year.
And look what happened the first time she did. She got dragged into a dark alley by some asshole.
Not cool.
She tried to speak behind the hand over her mouth.
“What?” he asked.
“Hmmbihodigh.”
Finally, he dropped his hand away.
“Thank you.”
It was always good to use your manners, right? Couldn’t hurt . . . maybe these guys weren’t that bad.
“Hi, that’s a really lovely, uh, haircut you have,” she said.
Maybe. She couldn’t really see much about the way he looked in this light.
“Shut up, bitch.”
Wow.
So rude.
Her temper started to ignite.
Calm, Maeve.
“It’s rude to call someone a bitch, especially when you don’t know them. I’m actually a very nice person. I even have a citizenship award for kindness.”
Okay, her friends had bought it for her, but these guys didn’t know that.
“Who gives a fuck, bitch?” another one snarled.
“Yeah, all we care about is how tight your pussy is,” a third one added.
“You’re not going to get the chance to know! And I didn’t fall into your lap, Frog-face,” she told the guy holding her. “You grabbed hold of me and dragged me back here. That’s the opposite of falling in your lap. Let me go!” She tried to yank her arm free. But he tightened his hold, making her gasp in pain.
Ouch. That was going to bruise.
“Did she just call you Frog-face?” bad guy number two asked, giggling like an idiot.
What was so funny about that?
“You got a problem with that, Fishy-breath?” she snapped.
“I do not have fishy breath!”
“Yeah, you kind of do, Evan,” the guy behind her said.
“Fuck off, Mike! Your feet smell like you washed them in a garbage can.”
“Ouch. Burn,” she said.
“What?” Frog-face asked.
“I said, burn. It was used in the right context because Fishy-breath said that Garbage-feet has bad-smelling feet. Although to be fair, Fishy-breath, I think that your breath also smells like you ate some garbage. Now, as fun as it is chatting about your various issues with your bodies, this alley is dirty and damp, and I don’t want to mess up my beautiful velvet shoes.”
She tried to look down at her purple velvet shoes but couldn’t see them in the poor light.
Shoot. They better be all right. They matched her purple velvet coat perfectly.
“What?” Fishy-breath asked. And whoa, either there was something dead in this alley or he really needed a breath mint. “Why’re you talking about fucking velvet shoes? Who gives a fuck?”
“I do. Do you know how hard it is to get purple velvet shoes to match your purple velvet coat? I’ll give you a clue. Very hard. Although, from what I can see, none of you are exactly high-fashion.” She was done trying to be nice.
“I don’t give a fuck what you’re wearing, you fucking slut,” Frog-face snarled. “All that interests me is the fucking pussy you’ve got under your dress. And how quickly I can pound that thing.”
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” she asked, aghast.
“What? Why the fuck would I want to kiss my mother? She’s my mother! That’s disgusting.”
“Not that sort of kiss. I meant a peck on the cheek or something. Because I’m sure she wouldn’t approve of the way you speak to women.”
“My mother doesn’t give a fuck what I do,” Frog-face told her. “And she speaks worse than I do, bitch. Evan, hold her while I get my dick out,” Frog-face said. “Mike, keep watch at the end of the alley.”
“With pleasure.” Fishy-breath grabbed her and held her tight with one arm around her waist. His dick was pressed against her ass.
And eww . . . yep, he was turned on.
This was not happening. It couldn’t be happening.
Deep breaths. You can freak out after you get away from these guys.
Fishy-breath started pawing at her breast while he thrust his hips against her ass.
Do not vomit. Do not vomit.
Fuck.
“Let go of me, Fishy-breath! You can’t do this!”
“Oh, we’re doing this!” Frog-face told her, yanking his pants down. She couldn’t see his cock. Probably a good thing. Who knew where that thing had been or what it had done.
Eww. Eww. Eww.
Leaning over, she gave in and vomited all over Frog-face, who had his dick hanging out. He screeched, jumping back and falling on his ass.
“What the fuck? What the fuck?” he yelled.
She heard footsteps running toward them.
“What is it? What happened?” Garbage-feet demanded, rushing back into the alley.
“She vomited on my dick. There’s fucking vomit on my dick!” Frog-face yelled.
If he expected sympathy, then he was out of luck. Garbage-feet leaned over and started howling with laughter.
She was beginning to suspect these guys weren’t hardened criminals. Not that it made them less dangerous. But they were stupid. As Garbage-feet laughed and Frog-face sat, crying over his vomit-covered cock, she brought up her foot and drove it down on Fishy-breath’s foot. Honestly, fishy didn’t even come close to describing his breath. It smelled like a rat had died in his mouth.
No wonder she’d vomited.
Well, that, and she was freaking terrified.
Fishy-breath screamed in pain. She slammed her elbow into his gut. Unfortunately, he still had a hold of her. She threw her head back and heard his nose crunch.
Oh, that was just nasty.
But he let her go and she stumbled forward. Garbage-feet reached for her, and she drew her leg back, hoping she could kick him in the nuts. Instead, she ended up kicking him in the shins and it was her turn to scream.
Open-toed shoes were not good for kicking people. Noted.
Ouch! Shit!
Garbage-feet grabbed her, slamming her against the wall. “Fucking shut up, bitch! What you trying to do? Wake up the whole fucking neighborhood?”
Wasn’t that the point? That’s what she wanted!
Why didn’t she think of that before?
She let out a scream that hurt her throat. A sweaty, rough hand was pressed over her mouth, suffocating the sound almost immediately.
Instinct had her biting down on his hand. Yuck! That was disgusting. Garbage-feet screamed. He backhanded her so hard that her face swung to the side, making her neck ping in pain. Tears filled her eyes.
And there was a strange thumping noise. Wait, no, that wasn’t her head . . .
“What the fuck is going on here!” a man yelled.
Suddenly the guy that had been pinning her to the wall was ripped away. It took all of her strength to stay standing. She heaved for breath, her body shaking as she watched the man who’d yelled slam his fist into Garbage-feet’s face, making him stumble back onto his ass. He turned as Fishy-breath ran at him, tackling him to the ground.
Oh no! He was probably some good Samaritan who didn’t have a clue what he was doing and she was going to get him killed.
Nope. Not on her watch.
She had to help. Frog-face was now up. All three of them were going to gang up on him. She glanced around, searching for something. The only thing she could think to use . . .
