Paying Daddy's Debt (Yes, Daddy 3)

I should be scared beyond belief when a hulking behemoth comes bursting into our apartment and demands my dad pay him his money.



Then he says, “If you don’t get me my money in a week, she’s mine…forever.”



I don’t know why my dad owes this man money, but I actually feel like I owe him a debt of gratitude, in some weird, and twisted way.



It’s as if every responsibility I have, all those shifts I work, all the bills I pay at the house to help my dad, have suddenly disappeared.



One minute I’m watching Beauty and the Beast, and the next I know I think I’ve found my Beast or maybe my Daddy...



This is definitely not the way I was planned on losing my innocence, but something tells me I might actually…enjoy it. Enjoy being this man’s little girl.