Tension was high

and you were trying to be quiet.

You could tell by the look in his eyes

that he could snap at any moment.

It had been a long day,

and even you could admit that.

Meeting his eyes just as one

of his men came through,

they chatted lowly about a private issue,

an incident taking place somewhere in the club

but it wasn't something Jack Napier

would deal with.

He left getting his hands dirty to his men.

As soon as the man left,

his intense blue eyes fell onto you again,

pulling a cigarette pack from his pocket

and taking one out,

placing it between his lips to light it.

"What's up with you hm?"

He asked you lowly,

dropping the lighter onto the table between you.

"You're too quiet.

Shouldn't you be getting up to something?

making daddy's last nerve dissipate?"

"You're mad at me"

You observed,

staring back at him with cute little eyes.

"I'm not mad at you..."

He trailed off into a short silence,

a small smirk forming on his lips.

"Why I would be mad huh?"

"Because I didn't want to come here and

it was hard to get me out of the apartment"

You answered him quietly,

avoiding his eyes.

"Really?"

He raised an eyebrow,

teasing you.

"I didn't notice"

"You said you would hit me if I didn't get dressed and out of the door within five minutes daddy"

You breathed out,

not understanding why he was

so strange with you.

"I don't recall"

He shrugged carelessly,

a grin forming on his mouth as he relaxed against the leather couch in the private room.

"You're gaslighting me"

"Who's gaslighting you baby?"

He chuckled lowly.

"Me?

Would daddy ever do something

like that to you hm?"

"I want to go home"

You stressed.

"I'm tired,

daddy.

I want to play with my toys and

sleep in my own bed"

"Ooh"

He tilted his head,

sarcasm in his tone.

"She wants to lay in her own bed?

Such a big girl"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

tears brimmed your eyes.

"I don't want to be here,

daddy.

You promised me I could stay home sometimes.

It's loud here and there's smoke everywhere"

"Yeah,

well you need to learn that you can't

always get your own way"

He told you firmly.

"I don't like your attitude lately,

little girl"

"I don't have an attitude"

You insisted.

"I'll be really good daddy,

I promise.

I'll stay home and I won't answer

the door to anyone and I'll stop calling you constantly and I'll do the dishes"

"I don't need you to do the dishes because

I pay someone else to do that"

He scoffed,

stubbing out the cigarette into

the ash tray on the table.

"Now come here.

Let me give my little girl some love hm?"

Sighing softly,

you climbed down from the opposite sofa,

climbing onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders,

burying your head into his chest stubbornly.

"She's always grumpy"

He kissed your forehead roughly,

his warm breath hitting against your neck,

making you giggle.

"Not grumpy dada"

Smoothing his hand over your forehead,

he moved your hair out of the way,

looking down on you,

a grin forming on his mouth.

"You know what I'm gonna do?"

He cooed at you.

"When I get home,

I'm gonna give my little girl a bath

and then we're gonna do whatever she wants"

"Really dada?"

You opened your mouth,

your little eyes lighting up.

"Hm"

He confirmed it,

reaching across the table for his glass of whiskey,

lifting it to his lips as you buried

your head into his chest again,

clinging to him.