Daddy's Naughty Girl

Chapter 84: Chapter 84 Roman.

"Of all the fucking times to interrupt!" I cursed under my breath as I made my way downstairs and out the front door into the night to find Stringer standing there with a grave look on his face.

“This better be important, String.”

“You think I’d have left the fiesta if it wasn’t?” he replied.

“The rest of the boys are going nuts in there. You scared Dante pretty bad. He’s comping dances left and right and the bar’s flowing like a waterfall.”

"Lay it on me then," I told him as I buttoned the top button of my pants and winced at the pressure put on my dick. I was fully boned up — not the condition I wanted to be in while talking to my number two.

His call had come from the emergency phone, the one that let me know he had to talk now. I would have ignored anyone else trying to interrupt my time with my angel, but whatever this was needed my immediate attention.

"We’ve got a problem with your new girl," Stringer said simply. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush and knew I liked to hear it straight.

“Excuse me?" I asked.

"When you left alone with her — which I have to say I don’t agree with — I asked Dante about her. Her real name is Felicity — "

“Yeah, I know it’s Felicity, String," I replied. “She told me. Gina’s just her stage name.”

“Her real name is Felicity Hopkins.”

My heart froze like it was encased with ice, then shattered in my chest.

I’m a man rarely lost for words, but at that moment, I was speechless.

“You see the problems this could cause, I assume," Stringer continued. “My best advice would be to end this now before it gets too complicated."

"No..." I said softly.

"What?"

"No," I repeated. I can’t do that — "

"Roman, you understand what this means, right?" Stringer asked.

"Of course I do, String!" I snapped, balling my hands into fists.

“So you know that she’s now a liability!?" he continued. Stringer wasn’t afraid to stand up to me. It was the thing I most valued and most hated about him. “Not only could she end up turning on you, but if the Feds got to her and flipped her — ”

"Felicity would never flip on me," I replied.

Stringer shook his head. freewёbnoνel.com

"Look, man. You and I have known each other for a long time, so it gives me no pleasure to say this to you...but you’ve lost perspective on this one."

"You don’t know what you’re talking about, Stringer," I growled.

"What do you really know about this girl?" he pressed. “For all we know, Dante’s a snitch and she’s a plant! Dante brought her to you specifically to get information for them to build a case against us!"

"She’s not a plant, " I replied, shaking my head.

“You can’t know that, Roman.”

"I can," I replied. “I didn’t meet her at the club. I met her last night.”

"Oh, when you took your little solo walk that I advised against?"

"That’s right," I nodded, thinking back to the image of Felicity lying on the museum steps like a picture perfect manifestation of beauty. There was no way anyone would have known I’d be there that night, so it was impossible for Felicity to be a plant.

And even if I somehow could believe that it was possible, all I had to do was look into her eyes and I knew.

Felicity would never betray me.

For someone as careful and guarded as me, it was an incredible feeling to have to know that someone I’d just met would be forever loyal to me. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I did.

“Roman, we have a lot of enemies — ”

“You think I don’t know that, Stringer?" I growled. “Look, I appreciate you doing your job and bringing this to my attention, but I can tell you with all certainty — Felicity is not a plant. She’s not working for the Feds or anybody else. She’s on the level."

Stringer shook his head, obviously not convinced, and I couldn’t really blame him. It was his job to be paranoid, to look out for me and the organization. And he didn’t feel the way I felt about her.

"At least do me a favor," he replied. “Don’t let her in on anything. Don’t let her know anything she could use against you one day. Can you do that?"

"Sure, Stringer," I smiled, meeting him halfway. In reality, I had no intention of keeping Felicity at arm’s length — in fact, I was about to do the complete opposite — but I didn’t want him to think I’d completely lost my mind.

"I’ll make sure I don’t let Felicity in on anything she could use against us."

“Thank you,” Stringer sighed. “Although I would advise never letting her know the truth about her parents."

"Which truth?" I asked him.

"The accepted truth, or the real truth?"

"Fucking either," he replied angrily, lighting a cigarette. Stringer had been with me since after high school and had been promising he’d quit smoking since I saved his ass from being beat down by the lacrosse captain and his friends.

“This could bring down the entire organization,” he said, taking a drag.

"Don’t be overly dramatic, String," I replied.

"Don’t let your dick ruin everything we’ve built," he countered.

"She’s not a plant," I told him, doing my best not to let my anger redirect at him. This was an unbelievable situation and Stringer was only doing his job.

"If you say so, boss," he shrugged.

"She’s not a plant," I repeated.

String was wrong about Felicity, but he wasn’t wrong about the danger. If she found out the truth — at least what everyone thought the truth was — it would ruin everything.

Not the organization, but us...