Page 39 of Daddies’ Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies #19)

The guys called in help for the cleanup process. It’s good to have connections to the right kind of people. They’re methodical, swift, and almost unnervingly calm. I suppose this is part of their regular operation.

Trent easily takes over when others arrive, giving quiet and calculated orders to the men who will collect evidence and prepare the bodies for the authorities. He keeps an eye on me like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear out from under his nose.

I’m not going anywhere. At least, not without him.

I cradle the hot cocoa one of his men hands me and lean shoulder to shoulder with Sunny. She’s in shock with her own drink, and she’ll be passing out soon from the drop in adrenaline.

Grant bends in front of us, his big hand cupping my cheek with such care. “How are you two doing?”

I smile at him. Happy and relieved that we got Sunny. That she’s safe.

“I’m good.” I squeeze Sunny’s hand, and she smiles at me.

“And how about you, Sunshine?” Grant’s features visibly soften for her, not something I’ve ever seen him put on for me. A bit of a show-stopper if I do say so myself.

She lets out a long breath. “Well, I’m definitely going to have nightmares. And I’ll probably need to talk to a therapist for a little while. But I’ve got all my pieces. All in all, I’m doing pretty good.”

Sunny sways a little and lets out a giggle. “I’m really glad those guys are dead. And that’s super awful to say, but I’m really glad. It sucks though, Preston was a beautiful man all around. People who are that beautiful shouldn’t be so terrible. It’s too bad that they often are.”

Her wistful sigh slumps her against my shoulder. Yep. Her filter has completely broken.

There wasn’t much of one to begin with.

Grant’s gaze slides back to me, and it’s obvious he doesn’t usually deal with young women like Sunny very often.

“Don’t worry. That’s a completely normal train of thought for her. No brain damage.” My reassurance does its work, and he nods, planting a kiss on my forehead and disappearing back into the frenzy.

Sunny is taken to the hospital with her own escort, whom she gushes over as they load her into the ambulance.

Not long after, the guys take me home.

It feels like I sleep for days.

I wake up to our story in the news. The cartel took a big hit, and my dad’s name is cleared completely.

It’s the icing on the cake because the man who killed my father no longer roams this earth. That’s what I truly wanted. Justice.

And it takes the guys a full week before they let me back at the office.

Sunny gives me a big hug upon my return. It melts me completely, and I hug her back as hard as I’m able. She’s made a quick recovery, and apparently she’s doubled down on her duties at work.

I absolutely love her zeal and how hell-bent she is on saving the world. I’m behind her one hundred percent.

After a long, kind of boring day—which I will absolutely take after the last month—I’m hanging out in Grant’s green room. All the plants he’s cared for has a calming effect on me.

My thoughts keep ping-ponging. Do I keep the baby? Would that be best for them? For us? For me?

I’m truly not sure, but every time I linger too long on what it means for me, and the longer I think of not having this baby, the guiltier I feel.

The more selfish I feel.

Especially since all three of my men have been quietly supportive. Caring. Loving. No pressure.

But when I examine them, they all seem happy with the idea.

I can’t take it away from them.

I shake myself from the cycle and rub a waxy leaf between my finger and thumb, letting the earthy scent seep in.

Grant slips in beside me, nuzzling my shoulder as his arm wraps around my waist. He lifts a brand-new journal out in front of me.

“I thought you could start a new one.”

I laugh as I take it from his grasp. “Mmm, I still like my old one though. Especially since you guys like to read and enact my fantasies.”

His soft laugh sifts through my hair, and he plants a kiss at my temple. “Believe me, we like the old one, too. You naughty girl.”

The squeezes he gives me has me growing warm, but he doesn’t pursue it, leaving me to my thoughts once more.

It’s been like this all week.

Trent appears a short time later as I crouch by some particularly beautiful white flowers. When I stand, his hands brace my elbows, tugging me close.

He’s hot, all his muscle soft when I lean into him. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Tired but fine.” I tip my head back to look up at him and the small smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth.

“Good. I’ve got something for you.”

Another present? Are they buttering me up?

“Is it in your pants?”

I love how his pupils blow wide when I mention sex.

“It is, but it’s not what you think it is.”

I grin up at him, and he pushes my hair back from my face. Then, his hand digs in his pocket, and he pulls out a lanyard with two cards hanging from it.

It’s a new security badge and keycard.

“It’s our way of saying you’re one of us now. Afterall, you get to be a part of rebuilding the firm.”

I take them and press them against my chest. “Really?”

His big hand cups my cheek. “Really. We couldn’t do this without you.”

Trent lingers for another minute before he leaves me to ponder what our life is going to look like based off the decision I make.

Not too much longer until my third visitor materializes behind me as I look out of the big windows to the city outside. His hand slides low over my stomach, cradling where our baby will eventually grow.

It breaks my final reservation.

My hand rests over his, and he whispers in my ear. “I want a baby girl.”

“Of course you do. We’re the best.”

Oliver cuddles me for another few moments. We don’t need words.

I’ll tell them all my decision to keep the baby at dinner.

When I’m left to my own devices again, I finally crack open the journal Grant gave me and start a new entry.

Dear Dad,

I think what I have to tell you is going to make you proud…

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