“You think you’re fucking cute, putting ideas like that into my daughter’s head. But you’ll pay for that later.” His hand slides further up my thigh. “And don’t ever forget about the resources at my disposal. I may be a good boy now, but I have no issues with hunting down every last man who’s ever put their filthy hands on you.” “That’s a lot of bodies.” I bluff. It’s not that many. His hand slides higher. “The Mississippi is a big river.”
