You were to call him every hour on the hour.

His rules.

Otherwise,

you were not to be trusted alone.

He was insanely suffocating when it came to you.

Jack Napier didn't play with his property.

You were his little girl

and he was going to keep you safe even if it meant putting a gun into his own mouth.

"You're late"

He scoffed on the other side of the phone,

distaste in his tone,

intense blue eyes fixated on the drop windows in his office that looked down onto the nightclub dance floor so he was always aware of what was coming.

"It's five minutes over time.

Do you know what could have happened in five minutes,

hm?"

"No..."

You furrowed your eyebrows cutely,

a soft sigh leaving your mouth as you held the telephone to your ear,

trying to pull the line further with you so that you could talk to him in the living room because he wouldn't allow you you're own one.

"I was baking cupcakes,

daddy.

My hands were messy and

I had to wash them to call you"

"Oh right"

He sucked his teeth in annoyance,

a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Cos baking cupcakes is more important

than letting me know you're alright,

huh?

You know,

I was five seconds away from coming

down there and getting you,

little girl"

"I'm a big girl,

daddy"

You insisted,

even though you didn't act like it.

"I can stay home on my own and

I don't need to call you every ten minutes"

"Hour"

He corrected you.

"Every hour,

ya little brat.

Nobody makes you call me every fucking ten minutes.

What's with the false fucking narrative?"

"I'm putting the phone down,

daddy"

You huffed.

"One hour"

He warned you.

"Don't be fucking late"

"Fine"

You pouted softly,

putting the phone back onto its hook

and staring at it.

"I hate you daddy!"

Leaving the room,

a few seconds went by before you reappeared,

staring at the phone on the wall again like he was still there or could see you,

feeling guilty.

"I didn't mean it,

daddy.

I don't hate you...

I love you very much,

okay?

I love my daddy"