Daddy's Little Bait: Villain Daddies, #1

By Celia Crown

Jax

 

I have been watching her. For the past six months, I have been learning her habits, routine, and disposing of those who came too close to what's mine.

 

Being a two-time convicted felon doesn't allow much room for freedom, and one more strike would land me in prison forever.

 

Just one more job.

 

She is supposed to be a piece in my plan, a disposable part that somehow wormed her way into my ice-cold heart, and in some twisted way, I fell in love.

 

She became everything, and the stakes are at the highest now.

 

I can't lose her.

 

 

Romy

 

Life is great. As great as it can be when I get kidnapped in my own home with my roommate right next door.

 

I don't know what I did, but the man, albeit a little too handsome, is grouchy and extremely mean.

 

He leaves me in the dark, chained to a worn bed in an abandoned hospital.

 

He said he wouldn't hurt me too much if I behaved. They aren't exactly comforting words.

 

For someone who is going to kill me after all of this is done because I saw his face, he has a strange obsession with me.

 

He treats me better than a prisoner, but his words and actions are rough and cruel.

 

It's too confusing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Celia Crown
• Release date: Apr 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223071273

Book preview

DADDY’S LITTLE BAIT

VILLAIN DADDIES SERIES - BOOK 1

____________________

CELIA CROWN

Copyright © 2019 by Celia Crown.

All rights reserved.

This book is a work of fiction.

The book or any portion of the book may not be reproduced or used under any circumstances, except with the written permission from the author. Public names, movies, televisions, locations, or any references are used for atmospheric purposes. Any similarities and resemblances to alive or dead people, events, brands, and locales are all complete coincidences.

Contents

Daddy’s Little Bait

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Afterword

More Books

Daddy’s Little Bait

By Celia Crown

Jax

I have been watching her. For the past six months, I have been learning her habits, routine, and disposing of those who came too close to what’s mine.

Being a two-time convicted felon doesn’t allow much room for freedom, and one more strike would land me in prison forever.

Just one more job.

She is supposed to be a piece in my plan, a disposable part that somehow wormed her way into my ice-cold heart, and in some twisted way, I fell in love.

She became everything, and the stakes are at the highest now.

I can’t lose her.

Romy

Life is great. As great as it can be when I get kidnapped in my own home with my roommate right next door.

I don’t know what I did, but the man, albeit a little too handsome, is grouchy and extremely mean.

He leaves me in the dark, chained to a worn bed in an abandoned hospital.

He said he wouldn’t hurt me too much if I behaved. They aren’t exactly comforting words.

For someone who is going to kill me after all of this is done because I saw his face, he has a strange obsession with me.

He treats me better than a prisoner, but his words and actions are rough and cruel.

It’s too confusing.

Chapter One

_____________

Jax

Day after day, I know her better than she knows herself.

My little Romy needs me, and that is a fact I’m willing to bet my life on.

She’s so tiny, and she would fit perfectly into my arms with those big doe-eyes innocently gazing at me. Her size alone is enough to bring this ferocious animal that is innated in me to bare its fangs at foolish men who think they can put their filthy hands on what’s mine, but it’s her smile that takes my heart in her little hands.

Without me watching over her, she would have been in the hands of some unsavory low lives.

She is lucky to have me.

A guardian to watch over her, although a devil would be more fitting.

I’m not an angel with fucking white wings and a stick body that is easily broken, I’m a devil with sin written on my skin and a pair of bloodied hands made to snap the wings of freedom off Romy.

Once I have her, she will no longer be herself, but obey my commands. I will train her to listen to my words as I will be her whole world and guidance. Romy will soon become my good girl.

It shouldn’t take too much force to break her willpower as watching her routine and habits has aided this process to go a lot smoother with the plan in my head.

I needed someone for a heist, and she landed in my lap with one photograph by one of my men who took the initial scouting step. I knew Romy was the one, she is meant to cross my path and ignite this fiery obsession that burns my black soul to ashes.

I trailed her, and I’d be damned if anyone from the group took a liking to her. I didn’t give them permission to put their eyes on her, and I won’t allow their minds to even wander.

I run a tight ship. Any mishaps will result in severe punishment. I’m not afraid to kill the weakest link in my group if they think about pulling out or going to the police as I am sure they learned that a long time ago when the group was still forming and getting the best talents.

One woman, a brilliant forensic expert but too righteous, thought her morals couldn’t be compromised because she was helping people, but that was wrong. I had to dispose of her immediately and put her in a drum filled with acid to melt her down before throwing her into the ocean.

I let her sleep with the whale, maybe she got into the whale’s stomach. Who knows, but she is gone now and there’s no use dwelling on the past when I have more pressing matters to attend to.

The heat from the FBI had been turning up and this will be my last job for a while. I want to let the cavalry die down until all the trails run cold. I have been working with these men and women for years now, and I know how they operate. They all know the exit plan.

One rule that I have is that talking means torture, and betrayal means death.

I have no emotional connection towards them as they are also part of the pieces on a chess board. Replacing them would be a pain in the ass, but it’s better to do that than doing time in prison when I can be planning the next big heist.

I can physically form bonds with these people, but one look at Romy Quinn, and I was attracted to that youthful innocence.

She looked better in real life than I expected, and she was very predictable by the first week I stalked her under surveillance.

By nine in the morning, she would be out the door to work at an office building as a media consultant. It’s a position that got her immediately hired with the skills she has accumulated throughout her years of working when she was still in school.

I felt a spark of proudness for her, my eyes wouldn’t wrong me when it comes to someone I have become infatuated with.

A team of the best men and women can attest to that.

Ten years of bank robberies, over nine hundred million dollars split five ways, and we have never been close to being caught.

Just one more job, a one-hundred-million job.

She would sometimes go outside to buy lunch if she woke up late, and I had the advantage of watching her get dressed and out the door in a hurry. Romy would look fuckable and adorable at the same time, and that is virtually impossible, but she can pull that off easily.

When she gets off of work, she goes straight home. She doesn’t have friends and that is a good thing for me, in the aspects of the job and my benefits. The only people in her life are her parents in a different state and a roommate, but I can take on the tall gangly roommate with one punch.

I’d put him through the walls.

It didn’t sit well with me when I found out she had a male roommate as I want to be the only one to be able to see what her face looks like in the morning and see her in her natural setting.

I pushed that thought to the side because I had a job to do and I can’t fuck this up.

In the six months of surveillance, I never approached her for once and that was getting me anxious. I needed to touch her or else I would go insane. My partners in crime had been dealing with my erratic temper and occasional irrational outburst of fury as I’m known to have a short temper and an even shorter tolerance for things that I want but are not in my hands.

It’s contradicting my chosen criminal profession.

A thief with a backup plan to the end of the alphabet and a foolproof plan A, I always ensure to have the team do three dry runs to be sure that we have our backs covered.

The plan had been set a year in advance, working our way through the details and the larger puzzle pieces before going deep into the nitty details that could break or make this heist.

The last puzzle that would bring this whole thing together is Romy Quinn.

In hindsight, it wouldn't make sense in the eyes of government agents, but they will probably make sense of it after the whole thing dies down.

For now, I’m initiating the plan to start at the stroke of midnight.

It is twenty minutes from now. Standing at the edge of her bed, gazing down on her vulnerable form flushes my body with a sense of wickedness that threatens to consume me. It would be so easy to pry her legs open and slip between them, feel her warm body struggling against my older and bigger one, and see the terror etched on her teary eyes.

A despicable man I am, but one can't change the nature they inherited.

Breaking into the apartment is almost too mature for a professional like me; no security cameras or heavy-duty locks, no pets, and no alarms. It’s too dangerous for her to be out in the open like this, and her useless roommate isn’t strong enough to fight off a bug if he wanted to.

I’m doing her a favor. She should thank me later when she realizes that I’m not a threat to her. It’s in human nature for women to be afraid of men, a conditioned response that has been going on for centuries.

I doubt that the newest wave of women rising in power could easily wipe away the ingrained condition in their minds.

I could raise my voice just a pitch and she’d be terrified.

That’s exactly what I want, her to be afraid of me. I