"There's my girl"

He grinned,

coming up from behind you in the mirror,

a soft sigh leaving your mouth.

"I don't like this dress daddy"

You breathed out,

looking down at the material,

trying to find the words to describe it.

"It's too..."

"Sexy?"

He teased you,

a playful smirk forming on his lips.

"I think it's nice hm?"

"I don't want to go to the club"

You answered him quietly.

"I want to stay here and watch movies

and play with toys and-"

"I know,

alright?"

He cut you off firmly,

intense blue eyes on you.

"It's just for one night.

Make people think you're normal

for a few hours huh?"

"I am normal"

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Sure you are doll"

He laughed like it was funny,

leaving you standing there to place

on the cuff links to his shirt,

checking himself in the mirror from behind you.

"You ready?"

"I guess"

You mumbled,

following him hesitantly down

to the car from the apartment.

******

"Would it hurt 'cha to just act like a fucking adult once in a while?"

He scoffed,

noticing you in the rear view mirror,

staring out of the window as the city

passed by in flashes,

looking somber.

"I don't want to act like an adult"

You avoided his eyes.

"Look,

I just need you to fucking turn up and show ya face.

You can just sit there.

Is that too fucking much to ask huh?"

"I hate it when you make me do things,

daddy"

You tried to argue with him.

"I don't want to be an adult

and I don't want to go to a stupid club!"

"That's enough"

He told you firmly,

shutting you down.

"Keep ya mouth shut and don't interrupt

me when I'm talking,

alright?

You know what im gonna do to you

if ya do little girl"

"I won't"

You huffed,

turning away from him.

******

Sitting there,

you tried to be quiet like he told you to.

Smoke clouding in the room

by loud men with cigarettes,

guns tucked into their belts like there

could be trouble at any moment,

his eyes falling onto you every so often to make sure you were behaving yourself,

Almost like a warning.

All you could think about the entire time is what you could have been doing at home instead.

Safe in your own little bubble back

at the apartment and not pretending

to be someone you were not,

surrounded by people you had

nothing in common with.

You thought to yourself.

Interrupting your trail of thought,

Jack Napier stood up from the luxury leather couch,

sorting through a wad of notes in his hand,

pressing a few into your little one.

"Be a doll and go get daddy some drinks hm?"

He asked you lowly,

not really giving you any other choice,

pulling out a cigarette and placing

it between his lips as he lit it.

Taking the money,

you held it close to you as you pushed

through the crowds of drunken and rowdy people,

trying to get to the bar to order the drinks

so you could get back to the private room

where you felt safer,

as soon as possible.

You willed yourself in your head the whole time you were trying to make it back to the private room,

carrying the tray in your little hands,

cautious not to tilt the drinks.

Appearing through the beaded curtains,

the room was entirely empty apart

from a few men he had left behind

to keep an eye on the place until he got back

from an arms deal taking place down at the docks.

"Where's my daddy?"

You furrowed your eyebrows,

asking one of his men.

"He went out"

One of them told you firmly,

not giving you much else to go off of.

"Said he'd be back in a little while.

Now you just sit down and be a good girl huh?"

"But I ordered all of these drinks and had to carry them through all of those people"

You breathed out,

standing there in your cute little pinafore dress,

still holding the tray.

"So?"

He scoffed,

snatching a glass from the tray carelessly,

tilting it towards his lips to take a sip.

"I'm sure somebody'll drink 'em"

"You're a rude man"

You choked out without thinking,

having an outburst.

"You're a bully

And I hope that drink kills you

because you deserve it!"

"Cute"

He chuckled at you,

a smirk forming on his lips.

"I'll tell ya daddy you said that hm?"

"I don't care what you tell him"

You huffed,

furrowing your eyebrows

as you took your place on the fluffy rug

beside your toys,

opening your colouring book and

taking the lid off of your pen,

pouting.

"My daddy doesn't care if I call you a bully

because it's true and he said that

I should always tell him the truth!"