Papi’s Protection – Crime Boss Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
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He grunted. “Doubt they’ll be any trouble. They probably don’t have two brain cells to rub together. But it’s worth keeping an eye out for them. You have him secured?”

“Yep.”

“I have another package to take care of too. Be ready. We might be putting out fires for a while.”

“Good thing I always wanted to be a fireman since I was a sapling, Boss.”

Sapling? Seriously?

“What did you want to be? Let me guess, an accountant?”

He sighed. No matter what was going on, The Scot rarely took anything seriously. Well, not until he took offense at something someone did.

“You need to be serious right now.”

“Of course, Boss. I’m rethinking that. I’m thinking you wanted to be a teacher. You have that teacher vibe.”

He ended the call before he was tempted to reach through the phone and murder the Scottish bastard.

The shower turned off and he could hear her moving around the bathroom. He didn’t like not having eyes on her.

“I put some clothes on the counter,” he called out as he walked back into the bedroom. He checked the time.

Shit. He shouldn’t be here. He didn’t have time to take care of this girl.

Why had he brought her home with him?

Oh, because you’re a possessive asshole.

“Thanks. I think you forgot bottoms, though.”

Turning, he took her in. She was wearing one of his button-up shirts. He didn’t know why, but he’d had this need to see her dressed in his clothing. And yep . . . he’d been right, she looked fucking hot.

Her skin stood out in sharp contrast to the white shirt. Her green eyes were wide as she stared up at him. She looked so small. So delicate.

He clenched his hands into fists so he didn’t reach for her, pull her close.

Claim her.

“I didn’t forget. Get into bed.”

She scowled at him. “I don’t even have clean underwear. Is there not something here I could wear?”

“No.”

Because he didn’t want her in anything more. Because he liked seeing her smooth legs poking out the bottom of the shirt.

Knowing that she was naked underneath.

With a huff, Cat crossed her arms over her chest, drawing his gaze to her breasts. The shirt buttons pulled against her tits.

Delicious.

“Alejandro!” She moved her arms so they were covering her breasts.

He wanted to pull them away. To snap that she should never cover herself in front of him. But he remembered her delicate state. She’d tried to burn the touch of Vince off her.

“Into bed. Now,” he ordered. He had to get out of her presence before he did something stupid.

“I am not a dog you can just order around.”

“Would you like to be?” he murmured. “To be my obedient little puppy? Or how about my naughty little kitten? Pleasured and punished.”

Was he imagining it or did she like the idea of that?

“I think I’ll just go to bed now.” She reached out for the bed cover and he spotted a red patch on her hand.

“How did you get this?” He grabbed her hand gently, making her gasp. “What is this? How did you get it? In the bath?” The red patch was darker than the flush of red that had been over her arms before. But he moved the shirt up to check her arms. They looked fine now.

“This is a burn.”

“Ah, yeah. I ran my hand under the water to check it was hot enough and it seems to have left a small burn. It will be fine.”

She attempted to tug her hand out of his, but he held hers still.

“You burned yourself and did not think to tell me?”

“It’s fine. Not a big deal. I’ve hurt myself worse trying to cook dinner.”

“You can cook?”

“No. Hence the burning myself.”

“Then you will not attempt to cook again,” he decreed. Letting go of her hand, he moved into the bathroom to grab the First-Aid kit. He couldn’t believe that she’d been going to keep the burn from him.

When he returned to the bedroom, she was sitting up in bed, with the covers over her lap.

And it hit him how sweet she looked. How much he wanted to corrupt her. Mess her up. Have her staring up at him with eyes filled with lust.

Easy.

She really was too young for him. Mierda!

“Hand,” he said gruffly, holding out his to her.

She sighed but held her hand out. “You know you can’t just order me to never cook again.”

“Of course I can. I do not want you using a stove at all. You are forbidden.”

“I’m forbidden?”

“Yes. You don’t understand that word? Banned. You may not do something.”

“I know what the word means. But you still can’t forbid me from using the stove.”

“I believe I just did.” He finished putting cream on the burn. Then he wrapped a bandage around the burned area.

“I don’t think it needs to be wrapped up.”

“It will help with the pain. But it will need some air. Tomorrow, we’ll take this off.”


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