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“Bunny, my daughter willneverleave me,” he said, cutting me off before looking down at Ayla. “No, you won’t because Daddy will slice anyone up if they look at you.”

Ayla waved her hand, trying to grip his beard. He lowered her face and cooed at her. “You are Daddy’s little Princess. Yes, you are.”

His eyes snapped up to mine with unmitigated fury burning in them and a scowl on his face. “Don’t say that about my baby girl again.”

I smiled sweetly at him. At least I had a number of years to plan an escape route for my daughter. His eyes dropped to mysmile as suspicion crept into his eyes. He leaned back into his chair.

“You can’t ruin my good mood today,” he said, dismissing me before focusing on Ayla again.

I opened up a new document to work on a new guide, hoping to share it with our daughter one day.

How To Survive Your Bratva Father.

The End.