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Twisted TALES
BRANDON MASSEY
Kensington Publishing Corp.
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Daddy’s Little Girl
“Nathan, I’d like you to meet my dad.”
I offered my hand, and the bearish man in front of me swallowed it in his massive grip. Swallowed it and squeezed—hard. Pain snapped through my fingers and traveled up my arm. I tried to conceal my anguish when I addressed him.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Payne. I’m Nathan ... Hunter.” I forced the words out of my mouth; it was a struggle to keep from whining like a puppy. He continued to smash my hand in his grip.
Mr. Payne grunted. He was the hairiest man I’d ever seen. He had an Afro, a grizzly black beard, crisp hairs covering his muscular arms, and on the back of his meaty hands hair so dense he probably had to comb it. No doubt in winter he didn’t need to wear a coat. His natural fur probably served just fine.
He barely resembled his daughter. Stacy was short and petite, her skin as smooth as cream, her exotic features framed by long black hair. She stood beside us as we shook hands, and though a smile creased her lovely face, her eyes held a hint of apprehension.
I understood why. When we met a couple of weeks ago, she had warned me that her father was overprotective and zealously guarded her from potential boyfriends. I’d wanted to see Mr. Payne as early as possible, to reassure him that he could trust me to treat his daughter well. But Stacy had postponed introducing us until our third date, which was our first dinner-and-a-movie outing. She worried that her father might chase me away, and she wanted us to get to know each other without his distracting influence. Now that I’d met Mr. Payne at last, she probably wondered what would go wrong.
I wondered the same thing, to be honest. It wasn’t every day that you got a chance to meet a man who was supposedly guilty of murder.
We finally ended our handshake. My hand throbbed. This guy was
strong.
“You’ve got a good grip,” I said. “It must come from all of the working out that Stacy tells me that you do.”
“I get my strength from other sources,” Mr. Payne said. He had a baritone voice that originated from deep within his enormous chest. “Sources beyond your comprehension, young man.”
What a strange response. Frowning, I noticed Mr. Payne’s eyes. They were liquid black, with a wild gleam: the kind of eyes that belonged in a predator who took delight in torturing its prey before it consummated the kill.
I would have to be careful with this man. My superiors believed that I was capable of bringing Mr. Payne to justice with no problem, but I wasn’t sure. My greatest advantage in this investigation was that neither Stacy nor her father suspected my intentions. But no veteran detective—especially one who specialized in my unique line of work—would risk dropping his guard and blowing his cover. The consequences could be deadly.
Although I’d finally met Mr. Payne, I could not ask him probing questions that might make him suspicious. I’d play it cool, date his daughter as though I was a regular guy, quietly gathering more clues ... and when the picture was complete, I’d carry out my orders to bring the felon to justice.
I checked my watch. “I’m sorry, but we have to get going, Mr. Payne. It’s been nice meeting you.”
“You two will get a chance to talk some other time, I’m sure,” Stacy said.
Mr. Payne grumbled. “You’ll have her back by ten o’clock. My little girl has a curfew.”
Stacy looked embarrassed. She was twenty-two years old, a grown woman. Was Mr. Payne serious?
“Ten o’clock is a little early,” I said. “The movie might not be over by then. How about eleven?” I felt odd asking her father such a question.
Danger flared in his eyes. “You seem to have forgotten who is in control here, young man. You are dating my daughter, and I decide whom she dates, where she goes on her date, and when she will return from each date. Her curfew is ten o’clock. If you have a problem with that, not only will Stacy not accompany you this evening, I will permanently ban her from communicating with you. Understood?”
“Uh, well, sure,” I said. “Ten o’clock. Yes, sir.”
Stacy laughed.
“Oh, Daddy, you’re too much.” she said. “Nathan is the nicest guy I’ve ever dated.” She slipped her arm through mine and smiled at him.
Mr. Payne’s eyes softened when he regarded his daughter. I could see that he really loved her. Her mother—his wife—had died eight years ago, leaving him to raise Stacy on his own. Stacy was all he had left. I empathized, a little, with his overbearing attitude.
But when he turned to me, a threat flickered like fire in his eyes. I realized two facts. One: my investigation into Mr. Payne’s crimes would end inconclusively if I botched the evening and Mr. Payne barred me from seeing his daughter—since she was my pipeline to his life. Two: Mr. Payne, as my superiors had warned me, was as scary as hell.
“Ten o’clock,” Mr. Payne said. When I nodded and started to turn away, he said something else that I would not understand until later.
“I’ll be watching.”
 
As I drove to the restaurant, Stacy turned down the volume on the stereo and said, “My dad’s something else, isn’t he?”
I shrugged. “He’s obviously concerned about your welfare. Kind of overbearing, I admit.”
“In his eyes, I’m always Daddy’s little girl. No guy I bring home is good enough for him. I could spend all night telling him how great you are, and he’d still treat you as if you’d crawled from under a rock somewhere.”
“I felt like a suspected criminal.”
“Ever since what happened to Mom, family has become extremely important to him. No man I meet will get in the family without Dad putting him through the wringer. He only wants the best for me.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I said. “If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t want her spending time with a loser, either.”
“You can’t understand how Mom’s death changed things for him, for both of us.” She shook her head. “You wouldn’t believe it.”
This could be a good opportunity to gain more information about her father’s history. I said, “Want to tell me about it?”
“Not now, Nathan, it would spoil the mood. Later, I promise.”
I clenched the steering wheel. Patience, I assured myself. I’d eventually uncover her father’s secrets.
I glanced at Stacy. Secrets glimmered in her dark, beautiful eyes, and her mystique only made me want her more. This was something that complicated my investigation; I had never thought I would start to fall for her. More often, I’d wondered what I had gotten myself into when I accepted this assignment, and where it would lead.
We arrived at the restaurant, a popular steak house. She went to open her door. I touched her arm, stopping her.
“Answer me honestly, Stacy. Do you think I’ll ever measure up to your father’s expectations?”
Impulsively, she leaned in toward me and kissed me. Or
tasted
me, rather, since that was what her kiss brought to mind. Purring like a cat, she tasted my lips, chin, and cheeks as if I was a juicy slice of meat. Her kisses were like nothing I had ever experienced. There was something primitive and wild about them that made me want to explode.
She let go of me and licked her lips, as though tasting me still.
My heart pounded.
“You measure up to
my
expectations,” she said. “In the end, that’s all that will matter.”
She winked at me, and we got out of the car.
Inside, the hostess guided us to a booth. Stacy slid into one side. I was about to take the opposite side when she patted the space beside her.
“Tonight, I want you next to me.”
I saw that compelling gleam in her eyes again. Of course, I did as she asked. She smiled at me, a subtle smile as mysterious as her gaze. I could not deny my suspicion that I was not the only one here who had ulterior motives—although I had no idea what she might have planned for me.
We ordered drinks, an appetizer, and steaks. I ordered the rib eye; Stacy requested the massive porterhouse. I looked at her, eyebrows raised. She’d always shown an enormous appetite—on our lunch dates, she ate more than I did—but could she put away that much meat?
It didn’t take long for my question to be answered. After plowing through the appetizer of Texas Cheese Fries, then black bean soup, and then tossed green salad, Stacy cut into her steak eagerly. She made soft animal noises of satisfaction as she chewed, yet she ate gracefully, like a wolf that had mastered the use of silverware.
“Hungry tonight?” I asked.
She turned and blinked. Her eyes had a glassy look, as though she had been entranced by the food. “Oh, you mean the porterhouse. This is nothing, sweetie. I could eat two of these.”
“You’re kidding.” I looked at the slab of thick, rare meat on her plate, and then I checked out her body. She wore a tight green sweater and a black skirt that showcased her taut, shapely figure. “Where do you put it all?”
“I have a high metabolism. So does Daddy. We eat like animals and don’t gain a pound.”
“I see.”
“If you hang around me long enough, maybe you’ll pick it up, like by osmosis.” She gave me that enchanting smile again, hinting at things I could only imagine.
I excused myself to visit the restroom. After I took care of business, I went to the sink to wash up. As I stood there soaping my hands, Mr. Payne exited one of the toilet stalls.
I froze. “Uh, hi, Mr. Payne.”
He glared at me as he walked to the sinks. “Have you been treating my little girl well?”
“We’re having a great time,” I said. What was he doing here? Had he followed us? I couldn’t ask him those questions, so I said, “She sure enjoys steak.”
“She takes after me.” He washed his hands. “I love meat. The bloodier, the better.” He stared at me. “Nothing tastes as delicious as the blood.”
“Yeah,” I said. The strange look in his eyes made me wonder if he’d like to slit me open and sample
my
blood. Quickly, I grabbed a towel from the dispenser and began to dry my hands.
Mr. Payne came over to me. He snatched the towel out of my fingers.
I gaped at him. I was suddenly aware of how big he was, and painfully aware that we were the only ones in there; the sounds coming from the dining room seemed to be miles away.
Did he know the truth about me? Was that why he was confronting me like this?
Towering over me, he grinned. It wasn’t a friendly grin. It was a mouth-wide-open, predatory grin, letting me see his long, sharp canines, teeth that no normal man would have ... teeth that belonged in the mouth of a carnivore.
I backed up against the wall.
“I’m watching you,” he said. Saliva glistened on his teeth. “You try anything with my little girl, and you’ll wish you’d never met her.”
Tension had squeezed my throat like a garrote. I couldn’t speak.
No ordinary man could have teeth like that.
Then Mr. Payne shut his mouth with an audible clap. He turned away as if nothing had happened and began to pick his Afro.
“Do you plan on keeping my daughter waiting much longer?” he asked. “Or are you as thoughtless and rude as I figured you are?”
Without a word, I got out of there.
Either Mr. Payne was on to me and was attempting to scare me off my investigation, or else he was only trying to scare me away from his daughter. Well, it wouldn’t work. I had a job to finish, and I’d stick to it, regardless of how much he made my palms sweat.
Back at the table, Stacy had finished eating. Her plate was so clean it might have come right out of the dishwasher.
“Your father’s here,” I said. “I saw him in the restroom.”
She sighed. “That figures. He’s following me again.”
“He’s done this before?”
She nodded. “With other guys. I’m Daddy’s little girl, remember? He doesn’t want to let me out of his sight.”
At the back of the dining room, the restroom door opened. Mr. Payne emerged, staring at me. He sat at a table across the room, but his location gave him a direct view of us. I could feel his glare stabbing like a knife into my brain.
“Take a look over there,” I said to Stacy. “He’s got a perfect view of us.”
She didn’t look. “I’ll take your word for it. It’s typical of him.”
“Have you asked him to stop doing this?”
“All the time. But it doesn’t matter, he does it anyway. He does it whenever he thinks I’m with the wrong guy, which is all the time.”
“This is crazy,” I said. “You’re a grown woman.”
“I know how we can get him off our backs, Nathan,” she said. “Be patient, okay?”
“What are you going to do?”
But she would not answer; she only gave me that secretive smile.
On our way out, we had to pass by Mr. Payne’s table. He had a huge cut of prime rib in front of him. The juicy meat oozed dark blood.
Nothing tastes as delicious as the blood.

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