Chapter 33

The feel of Daisy's pussy choking my cock…

Fuck, there are no words that can come close to describing just how good it is. Just how much I want it.

My hands hold her hips as I fuck up into her. I should have probably stopped her. We should be talking out our issues. I'm not na?ve enough to believe that she's worked through all her hang-ups about us in her head. But when she slid down on my cock, there was no stopping that shit. I need her like a junkie needs their next hit.

"That's it. Come for me, baby," I coax her through her orgasm. Her pussy spasms around me, and I continue to fuck her through it until I follow her over that cliff. We're both panting, desperate for breath, when her forehead falls to my shoulder.

"I really needed that," Daisy says.

"You and me both," I tell her.

"We're kind of messed up, aren't we?"

"In the most beautiful ways." I grin.

Daisy sits up and looks over the edge of the tub before flicking her gaze back in my direction. "Shit, we made a huge mess."

"It's fine. I'll take care of it." I push to my feet, splashing more water onto the floor as I pull her up with me.

Daisy wraps her legs around my waist. "Do not slip and fall with me, Gabe. I'm too old to be hitting the floor."

"As if I'd ever let you hit the floor," I tell her. I cross the room before setting Daisy's ass down on the edge of the counter. Grab a towel and wrap it around her shoulders. "There are some clothes in the bedroom."

She nods, jumps down, and disappears through the door. I get some towels and mop up the water as much as I can, then empty the tub and lay them to dry over the ledge.

When I walk into the bedroom, I find Daisy digging through her stuff. "How did you get my bag from the airport?" she asks.

"I have a friend or two in baggage." I shrug.

"Of course you do." She rolls her eyes as she keeps digging. "I don't suppose you happened to get my phone from my apartment?"

"No, I didn't."

"Do you have yours?" She stops looking and focuses on me.

"I smashed it," I tell her.

"Why would you do that?"

"Big brother wasn't impressed with my kidnapping idea. And he'd find me quicker if I left it intact. Why do you need a phone?"

"To see if Kiah has tried to contact me. I left her at the hospital and didn't check back in. I was going to call when I landed in Perth," Daisy says.

"She's been placed into a good foster home, about a block from her school. Nice people. I looked into them," I say and watch for her reaction. I can't tell if my overstepping was a good or bad thing this time around.

"You did that? Why?"

"Because you care about her, and I care about you."

"You didn't have to do that, Gabe," Daisy says.

"No one should have to experience what that girl has lived through, babe. Making sure she finally gets a nice home, with decent adults looking after her, really isn't doing much. It's the bare fucking minimum, if you ask me."

Daisy pulls a shirt over her head and then retrieves a pair of yoga pants and puts them on as well. "Thank you," she whispers.

"You're welcome," I tell her before making my way over to the closet. I open it and pull down a pair of sweats. After I tug them up around my waist, I walk back out and find Daisy sitting on the bed. "Come on, let's go watch a movie."

"Only if I get to pick it." She smiles.

"As if I would have it any other way. I love the movies you pick." I don't really. But I'll sit through any random shit if it means I get to have my girl in my arms.

"No, you don't." She laughs, and I shove my hands into my pockets with a shrug. The smile on her face right now is everything to me.

We settle on the sofa under a throw blanket. Daisy cues up some cheesy rom-com that I tune out. My mind is whirling with all the possibilities of what happens next.

What will she do when we go home? After this weekend is over, how often am I going to have to stop her from leaving again?

It doesn't matter, because I'll be there every time. I will take her away as often as needed to remind her that it's us. Our love is all that matters.There isn't really another option because I know I can't live without her. Just the thought has my heart racing and my body covered in light sweat.

"Gabe, does anyone know we're here?" Daisy asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"No. Why?"

She pushes herself upright. "I just heard a car outside."

My gaze pans to the front door. It's locked. But no one should be coming up the driveway. "Stay here," I tell her.

I reach under the coffee table and retrieve the gun secured to the bottom, checking that it's loaded before I look down at Daisy. Her eyes are wide and focused on the weapon in my hands.

"Daisy, stay here," I repeat in a hushed tone as I slowly approach the door.

I wait, briefly glancing over one shoulder towards the living room. The house is open plan, which means you can see everything from the entryway. Including Daisy.

"Hop down," I tell her while gesturing to the floor.

Then I hear the lock disengage and watch as the handle turns. I aim the gun at eye level, and when the door opens, I click the safety off. "I wouldn't if I were you," I grind out.

A loud, high-pitched gasp, followed by a string of curses in a familiar voice has me lowering the gun and scratching my head.

"Kristen, what the fuck are you doing here?" I ask Shelli's sister.

"What are you doing here?" she counters.

"It's my house. And I asked you first." I peer over her shoulder, then add, "Are you here alone?"

She nods her head.

"Get inside." I pull her through the door and quickly slam it shut. "Why are you here?"

"It doesn't matter. I should go," Kristen says before her glare lands on Daisy, who has pushed herself up from the floor and is standing in the middle of the room. Staring right back at us. "Who are you?" Kristen raises a hand and presses a finger to her lips. "I've seen you before."

"She's none of your fucking business. That's who she is. Now, you need to leave." I'm prepared to shove Kristen back through the door, when her next words have me pausing in my tracks.

"Do yourself a favour and get out now. Before they destroy you like they did my sister." Kristen takes a step forward, and for some reason, all I can do is watch. I don't even move to stop her. "Did he tell you what happened to Shelli? No, of course he didn't. I mean, why would he tell you that they killed her?"

The thought of losing Daisy the way my brother lost Shelli is the shock my system needs to start moving. "Kristen, stop. You know that's not true. Leave. Now."

"It is true, though, Gabe. You know as well as I do that if Shelli never got involved with your brother, she'd still be alive. And I'd still have my sister."

I don't know what to say to that. She's not wrong but she's also not right. Shelli and Santo were together since they were teens. My brother is lost without that girl. I know he blames himself for what happened, but we don't even know why my father did what he did.

"You need to leave," I tell her again.

"Don't worry. I'm going," she hisses before storming out the door. I slam it behind her and secure the lock.

"What is she talking about, Gabe? Why is she so sure your family had something to do with Shelli's death?"

"Because one of us did." I rake a hand through my hair, glancing at the floor before meeting Daisy's gaze. "My father murdered Shelli. That's why Gio killed him," I tell her.

Daisy gasps. "Oh my god…"

"It wasn't us—me or any of my brothers. We all loved Shelli like a sister. We didn't know. We still don't know why he did it."

Daisy sits on the sofa. I lower myself down next to her. "I thought no one ever comes here?"

"They don't. We don't." I shrug.

"Then how does Shelli's sister know about this place? Why was she here, Gabe?" Daisy asks.

"My guess is she's looking for answers just as much as we are."

"Yeah, but why this house?" Daisy tries again.

"I don't know, but we're going to find out. If there's something in this house, we're going to find it." I push to my feet. "I need to call Gio. Get the others out here to help turn this place upside down."

"I can do it. I can help," Daisy says.

I consider her offer. I want to send her home. I don't want her involved in anything having to do with this situation. I have no idea what Kristen was looking for, but there's a reason she showed up tonight. Something's here. It's the only thing that makes sense.

She also had a fucking key, which leaves me to wonder where she got it from…

"Okay. Start here, in the living room. Open every drawer, every cabinet. Check behind pictures. Open up any frames. Break shit, for all I care," I instruct as I pivot on my heel. "I'll be right back."

"What am I looking for exactly?" she calls out after me.

"I have no idea. But if you see anything that looks out of place or hidden, then that's probably what we're looking for," I tell her before walking upstairs.

I head into the office and pull a burner phone from the drawer. I plug it into the charger and wait for it to power on. Once it starts up, I send Gio a message.

Me:

Golden Beach House. Bring Marcel and Vin.

The phone immediately starts ringing, so I swipe it up off the desk. "Hey."

"Gabe, what the fuck have you done?" Gio yells down the line.

"Nothing. Kristen just turned up. You need to get out here, Gio. She was looking for something. And she had a fucking key," I tell him.

"I'll get the boys and head out. But tell me you haven't done anything with Daisy first, Gabe."

I roll my eyes. "My girlfriend's fine. You can see for yourself when you get here," I grunt and hang up. Then I walk back downstairs to find Daisy going through the drawers of the television cabinet. "Gio's on his way. He's gonna try to rescue you. Just so you know," I tell her.

"Rescue me from what?" she asks, her eyebrows drawn down in obvious confusion. Which is funny, considering it wasn't all that long ago that she accused me of kidnapping her.

"Me." I smirk.

"Huh, I didn't even think he liked me," Daisy mutters.

"All of my brothers like you, Daisy. Just do me a favour, would ya? When El tries to kill me for kidnapping you, make sure you tell her you wanted to be kidnapped."

"You want me to lie to my best friend?"

"To save my life? Yes," I deadpan.

"If I thought she'd actually go through with it, I would totally lie, Gabe. But my best friend is not going to kill you."

"She might," I grumble under my breath.