His Playground (Owning Vegas #2)

by Kylie Kent

He’s also the father of the only woman I’ve ever wanted to keep. Of course, that’s a closely-guarded secret only that same daughter and I know about.

My heart is racing. Someone from our organization, or someone from another family. There is no option here. Like fuck am I going to sit back and watch the woman I’ve loved from a distance be marry’d off to anyone who isn’t me.

I can’t fucking wait for Antonia to find out who she’s being offered to on a silver platter. I can already picture her reaction—and let’s just say she won’t take too kindly to the idea. No doubt she’s going to try to kill me.

“He doesn’t matter, and he doesn’t exist,” I say. As in, the one guy I loved. Carlo Bianchi. Forever known as “he” because we don’t ever utter his name. I thought he loved me once, until he showed me that I meant absolutely nothing to him.

“We’re creating an alliance between two organizations. But you didn’t ask that. You asked what I get, and what I get is you,” he says it like it’s something he actually wants. “And you expect me to believe that you want me?” I almost giggle at the thought. “I don’t give a fuck if you believe it or not, Antonia. It’s the truth.”

“Carlo has your name on him,” Jazzy says, pointing to her father’s bare torso.

“I thought you left town,” Sammie directs to Emmanuel. “I did. I’m back. I heard your wife is getting a visitor tonight.” Emmanuel looks at Louie. “Is she?” Louie smiles. “Figured I’d stick around and come for dinner.” Emmanuel shrugs. “Sure, the more the merrier.” Louie shakes his head and then glances over to me. “Bring Antonia and Jazzy. He won’t go doing anything stupid if Jazzy’s there.” He points at Emmanuel. “Cool, use my daughter in place of the antipsychotics we all know he needs. Why not?” I laugh.

Maybe if she sees I trust her completely, she’ll start to trust me again too. And pigs might actually fly. I look out the window at the Vegas skyline. Sure enough, it’s clear of pigs.

“Also, if you don’t like them, I’ll tell them they have to like you anyway, because you’re my daddy’s wife,” she says so matter-of-factly. “And all the uncles do what I say.” She whispers that bit like it’s a big secret.

You ain’t seen nothing yet, Daddy.” My cock doesn’t just twitch. It hardens at hearing my wife call me that. I don’t even try to disguise the fact that I have to adjust myself. “Oh my god, you liked that more than you should, you pervert,” she gasps. “I don’t know. Maybe you should say it again, just to test the theory?” “Not a chance in hell.” Antonia scrunches up her face. “There is something seriously wrong with you,” she says, but as she passes me she whispers, “Daddy.” I groan, following closely behind her. Fuck me. “Next time I’m fucking you, I want you to scream that out.” “Yeah, I’m not doing that.” “Fucking me or calling me Daddy?” I ask her. “Both,” Antonia hisses. I don’t believe her.