Daddy’s Soul – Crime Boss Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Crime, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
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And she thought she might have caught a glimpse of amusement on Rafael’s face. Maybe.

Faith’s phone buzzed. She checked it, surprised that it wasn’t from Reuben.

“Oh, it’s Charlie.”

“Who’s Charlie?” Cat asked.

She explained about meeting Charlie the other day at the toy shop.

“Aww,” Cat said. “That’s so sad. We need to help him find someone.”

“If only there was a site or something for Littles to find Tops,” Faith said. “I mean, I know there’re some things out there, but those places can be scary.”

Cat nodded. “Definitely. A safe space for Littles to look for Tops. I think that’s a great idea. We should do it.”

“Do what?”

“Start our own app or website. And we can make it really safe. We could send Rafael on every first date.”

“I think I need that tequila,” Rafael muttered. “Also gonna need some bread and butter.” He set the wedges limes down on a small plate next to them.

“And glasses,” Cat said.

Rafael rattled around in the cupboards.

“Charlie sounds so lonely,” Faith said. “I’m going to ask him to have coffee with me one day this week.”

“Just make sure you tell Reuben,” Cat suggested.

“Why?”

“Um, because he’s a strange man? Reuben will want to investigate him. Maybe even go with you.”

“But Charlie is harmless,” Faith protested. “He seems nice.”

“Oh dear.” Cat stared at her. “Blossom, you can’t just trust people because they seem nice.”

Fudge. Cat was right.

“But we can’t go around thinking everyone is bad, either,” she pointed out.

“I don’t like it, but we have to be careful. The men we’re with . . . there are people out there who would use us to get to them. You understand what I’m saying?”

“I . . . I . . . really?”

“Yeah. That’s why I have the big guy.” Cat pointed at Rafael.

“And because you get into trouble.” Rafael placed the glasses down and Cat poured in some tequila.

“That too.” She grinned.

“Um, Cat, is this really a good idea?” Faith asked worriedly.

“Of course it is! All my ideas are great. Ooh. I know, I’ll get Nighthawk to look into this Charlie and then Reuben can’t object to you meeting with him.”

Rafael snorted as he placed a plate of bread and butter on the table.

“Hush you.” Cat pointed at Rafael. She pulled out her phone and placed it on the table on speaker.

“Kittycat! We playing?” a voice boomed through the phone.

“Not right now. You’re on speaker with me and my girl, Faith. She needs some tequila and girl talk. Rafael is here too.”

“All the girls together, huh?” Nighthawk laughed. “How are you, Sourpuss? You frowning at the phone right now?”

Rafael was doing just that, and Faith had to stifle a giggle.

“Faith? That Reuben’s girl?” Nighthawk asked.

“Um, yes. Hi,” she said.

“Girl, you’ve got to be brave or dumb to take that man on. Although he is certainly fine eye-candy.”

“Nighthawk, we need a favor,” Cat told him.

“Kittycat, you always need a favor. And I’m getting ready to play.”

“Please,” Cat begged. “It won’t take long.”

Nighthawk sighed. “All right. What is it? Poison? Blackmail?”

Dear Lord.

“Background check.”

“Well.” Nighthawk sighed. “That’s a let down.”

“You got a pen and paper?” Cat asked.

“No. Just tell me. I’ve got an excellent memory. Die, fucker, die!”

Faith gave Cat an alarmed look. Cat just shook her head. “Video game.”

Relief filled her.

Cat gave him Charlie’s name and description.

“Might take me until tomorrow.”

“That’s cool,” Cat replied. “Thanks, Nighthawk.”

“You owe me, Kittycat! Gotta go!”

“There you are.” Cat beamed at her. “Nighthawk will discover if there’s anything we need to know.”

“Thanks. I’ll text Charlie back.” Faith sent the other man a quick hello and told him that she was in the middle of moving. He promised to text again later in the week to see about coffee.

“Now.” Cat rubbed her hands together. “Down to some serious stuff. We need to talk.”

“About what?” Faith asked.

“What we’re doing to that asshole who hurt you last night. I thought I could make him some of my no-bake bars.”

She wanted to make Eric some bars?

“No,” Rafael said sharply as he set two glasses down. “Absolutely not.”

“Dios, you’re such a downer,” Cat grumbled. “If anyone deserves some of my no-bake bars, it’s him.”

“Not saying that he doesn’t. But Alejandro has this covered.”

“I’m just trying to lighten his workload. One less asshole on the planet is a good thing. I’ll make that jerk from last night some bars and then bam! He’s no longer a problem. Don’t worry, I know how to get hold of someone to clean up the dead body.”

“What?”

Faith jumped and glanced over to see Cammie standing in the kitchen, staring at them both in shock.

“Are you . . . are you talking about killing Eric?” Cammie asked.

“Of course she wasn’t,” Faith soothed, standing.

Cammie took a step back . . . as though she was afraid of Faith. Which made absolutely no sense.

Faith spotted the suitcase behind her. What was going on?



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