A/N: I still get messages asking for this one. So here it is. I'm gonna be reworking chapters and posting when I can. No update schedule.
Big thank you to Sherry for helping me with this one.
I watched as my brother dragged Charlie into my office, lifting and tossing him across the floor as if he was weightless. Charlie landed in a pile at my feet. His limbs twisted like a contortionist. If he wasn't such a scumbag I might have worried that he had hurt himself, but as it was, I couldn't give two fucks about the man before me.
It took a few seconds before he was able to untangle himself. He moved onto his knees and clasped his hands as if he was about to pray, but none of his prayers would be answered here today. There was no God. Only me.
"Please, Mr. Cullen," he stuttered. His eyes begged me to spare his life, to give him another chance. "I… I just need more time."
His words made the anger inside me boil. I just wanted to kill this motherfucker and be done with it. "More time?" I sneered. That was the problem with people like him. You give them an inch and they want a fucking mile. I had been far too lenient with him already. He was starting to make me look incompetent and I couldn't have people thinking I was incapable of taking care of business. No, I wouldn't allow that.
"I'll get your money," he cried. He actually fucking cried.
The sad part was that he actually used to be one of my best drug dealers, which was why I had given him the chance to repay his debt. I had been more than generous with the amount of time I had given him, but instead of looking for ways to pay me he had been sitting at home, getting high on my cocaine. He was a stupid to think I wouldn't be watching him.
Anger got the better of me. I struck the back of my hand across his face, but it couldn't be helped. The mere sight of him infuriated me. "How dare you come to me and ask me for more time," I hissed.
"I'm sorry," he said, bowing his head, his hand rubbing the cheek I had just struck. "I meant no offense, Mr. Cullen. It's just… I have a daughter. If I die, she has no one left. She will have no one to take care of her. She is all I have left in the world and I am all she has."
"That's not my concern."
"I know that. I apologize for bringing it up. It's just… It's a dangerous world out there… without someone to look out for her God knows what would become of her."
"You should have thought of that before you stole from me." I hissed. I couldn't believe that this scum was trying to play the family card. I was sure he wasn't going to win any awards for being father of the year. If he indeed is a father to her at all. "My only concern is my money since I can't get my fucking cocaine because it's all up your nose." I smacked him again because, well, because I could.
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement?"
"And what exactly do you have that I would even want?" I scoffed. "My men have already been through your entire house and taken everything of value. You have nothing left to give me."
"I… I… I have my daughter."
His daughter? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The fucker wanted to give me his daughter? "Is this guy for real?" I asked Emmett in disbelief. Emmett merely bellowed out a laugh and shook his head.
"She's very pretty, Mr. Cullen."
My dislike for him was growing and I didn't think that was even possible. What kind of man would offer his daughter to save his own skin? A father should be the one making the scarifies, not the other way about. "Tell me Charlie, is this the same daughter that you wanted me to spare your life for? The same one who couldn't manage without you?"
He hung his head, trying to avoid my gaze, but I wasn't going to let him off that easily.
"Answer me," I growled.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen," he mumbled.
"Does she mean so little to youthat you would offer her up to the devil for him to devour?"
"No, I love her. I just love living more." He laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck, almost as if he expected me to find him amusing.
As far as I was concerned, he didn't deserve to live a second more. He certainly didn't deserve to have a daughter. I actually felt sorry for her. I could only imagine what it was like to grow up with a heartless prick for a father. "What's your daughter's name?"
"Isabella," he muttered.
A pretty name. I wondered if she had a pretty face to go with it or was she a lowlife just like her father?
"And where can I find Isabella?" I asked, knowing I would probably find all this information within his file if I cared to look.
"Queen's College. She's probably there right now. She wants to get an education," he laughed. "She thinks she's so smart. You know the type, thinks she's better than the rest of us."
By the sounds of her she was certainly better than her father. I think it was time that I met this, Isabella. "Go and collect her," I said, looking over at Emmett. I watched him walk out the room before I pulled my Glock from its holster and shoved it against Charlie's head. "You claim you love your daughter, but I sincerely doubt that you do. So, I believe it won't bother you to hear that I'm gonna fuck her six ways from Sunday. She's gonna call me Daddy from now on. She'll beg me for my cock like the little whore that she is and when she does, I'll gladly give it to her."
My words got the reaction I was looking for. The bastard still cared for her on some level. Charlie moved to take a swing at me and when he did, I pulled the trigger. I felt satisfied knowing that the last thing this idiot would remember was that his only daughter was going to be mine.
I sighed as I looked down at my clothes. They were splattered in blood and brain matter. It was a nuisance that I would need to change, but I still took great pleasure in claiming another life. My erection was testament to that.
I leaned over my desk to my phone and pressed the button for the reception. "I'm gonna need a clean suit and someone to clean up this mess. Be quick about it. My mother will be here soon."