"Daddy?"

You asked him in a small voice,

climbing onto his lap in the private room

at the club,

alone with him for a few minutes

in between deals.

"Hm?"

He moved his head to the side as

you tried to kiss him,

a soft sigh leaving your mouth as you buried

your head into his chest.

You knew the rules.

No PDA away from home.

Lifting the glass of whiskey to his red lips,

he took a mouthful,

swallowing it down in one go,

a burning sensation hitting his throat

and it felt like a sweet relief.

"Can we go home now?"

You stared up at him,

intense blue eyes falling onto you.

"We're not going home yet baby"

He told you lowly,

taking a cigarette out of the pack before tossing it back onto the coffee table carelessly,

placing it between his lips

and lighting it up with you still on him.

"Daddys busy tonight.

You know that"

"There's nothing to do"

You breathed out sadly.

"And every time I talk to you,

you ignore me"

"I was in the middle of a fucking deal"

He scoffed,

looking at you like you were

being unreasonable.

"Little girls should be seen and not heard.

You ever heard that hm?"

"Why can't little girls be heard?"

You asked him frustratedly.

"Because they're fucking annoying little brats"

He muttered under his breath,

rolling his eyes at your innocence

behind your back.

"I'm not a brat"

You defended,

trying to think of something that happened

that day to prove it.

"I brought you breakfast in bed this morning

and I gave you lots of cuddles!"

"No"

He shut you down harshly.

"You brought me a bunch of burnt toast

and a cup of coffee that tasted like piss

and those cuddles were for you,

little girl.

Get it straight"

"You suck!"

You furrowed your eyebrows,

the words slipping out before

you could control them.

"You're the worst daddy in the world

and I hope you-"

"Hope I what huh?"

He raised an eyebrow at you daringly,

cutting you off,

intense blue eyes staring back at you,

his chest rising and falling at an uneven pace

as you riled him up more and more.

"Hope I die?

Hope I get fucking hurt?

What is it hm?

You think I give a fuck what happens

to me sweetheart?

Let me tell ya something...

I always come back"

"No daddy!"

You froze,

climbing onto his lap,

throwing your little arms around him,

begging him not to,

tears forming in your eyes as you buried

your head into his neck.

"You can't die"

"I'm not gonna die"

He told you through gritted teeth,

prying your little hands from him,

pushing you from his lap gently,

a firmness in his eyes.

"Just go fucking do something with yourself hm?

Play with ya toys or some shit...

and quit with the fucking whining"