Ruled by her Daddies
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Ruled by her Daddies
Laylah Roberts
Laylah Roberts.
Ruled by her Daddies.
© 2021, Laylah Roberts.
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Editing: Celeste Jones
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Contents
Books by Laylah Roberts
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Epilogue
Let’s keep in touch!
Untamed Daddy
Books by Laylah Roberts
Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling Novella
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy
Warrior Daddy
Daddy’s Angel
Heal Me, Daddy
Daddy in Cowboy Boots
A Little Christmas Cheer: a crossover novel
MC Daddy
Motorcycle Daddy
Hero Daddy
Protector Daddy
Untamed Daddy (coming March 2021)
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won
Cole’s Mistake
Jardin’s Gamble
Romanced by the Malones: two novellas (coming Feb 2021)
Harem of Daddies
Ruled by her Daddies
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Bad Boys of Wildeside
Wilde
Sinclair
Luke
Prologue
It was life or death.
Do or die.
Vivi moved her gaze left then right. The world went quiet around her as she tuned it all out.
It all came down to this.
She grabbed the ball. Crouched down. Arms up. Flick of the wrist as she rose up and the ball flew. Straight through. No fucking net!
“Fuck, yes!” Swinging her hips, she pumped her arms in a victory dance.
“My baby got game! We fucking kicked your sad asses!” Aleki crowed.
“What are you doing?” Wolfe stared at her like she’d grown horns and a tail.
“It’s called a victory dance,” she crowed.
“That is a dance? I thought you were having a fit.”
She stopped and gaped at him. “Aww, Wolfe, did you just make a joke?”
His obsidian eyes narrowed. “No, I did not.”
She had to grin. Wolfe didn’t like joking around. Not that that stopped her from teasing him. Aleki might be her boyfriend. But she adored Wolfe and Caleb.
Probably more than she should.
Vivi pushed that thought away. It was unfair to Aleki. She loved him and she’d never do anything to jeopardize what they had together.
“Don’t listen to him, baby. You got all the moves.” Aleki wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and she giggled. She thought she saw the other boys stiffen but didn’t pay them any attention as Aleki grabbed her and lifted her onto his shoulder.
“Be careful!” Wolfe growled, frowning at Aleki. “Don’t drop her.”
“I won’t drop her, mother hen,” Aleki scoffed.
Wolfe hovered, looking ready to catch her if she slipped. Not that she would.
Caleb held up his arms to her. Mouth dry, she reached down. Nobody denied Caleb. He was an alpha without being a jerk. He didn’t have to rule by barking orders or putting others down.
All he did was crook an eyebrow and people did what he wanted.
She slid down his body until she was trapped between him and Aleki. Her big, gorgeous dark-skinned man at her back, the joker with a huge heart. And the blond, serious, responsible leader at her front.
She shivered in reaction. This was something dreams were made of. If only they were both hers.
Stop it, Vivi.
That shit only happened in books. In real life it would be a nightmare fueled by jealousy and misunderstanding. It would never happen.
The three of them were as tight as a family. Tighter, maybe. She knew that she was only allowed in because of her relationship with Aleki. When it ended, she’d never see them again.
“Hey, you okay?” Caleb raised his hand, as though to cup her face then he seemed to realize what he was doing and lightly touched her arm instead.
“Baby? Vivi? You okay?” Aleki turned her towards him, dislodging Caleb’s hand which had been burning through her clothing to her skin.
Foolish girl.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” She buried her face in his chest. God, he smelled good. Like sugar and sandalwood. Even sweaty, he was delicious.
“Tired?” Wolfe asked, studying her intently from behind black-rimmed glasses. He was seemingly unaffected by the heat of the day and the fact that they’d just played a fast game of basketball. How was he not even a little bit sweaty? “When did you last eat? Do you feel ill? What about water? You need to keep hydrated.”
Her mouth parted and she stared at him in shock. She’d never heard Wolfe like this. At least not when it came to her. Mostly he either ignored her or scowled and growled at her.
“I’m fine.” Her stom
ach grumbled. Awesome timing. “Well, maybe a bit hungry.”
Wolfe frowned. “You shouldn’t be doing physical activity on an empty stomach. What if you fainted? Hit your head? Then you might get a concussion. A brain bleed. End up in a coma and die. Is that what you want?”
She blinked at him. “Umm, no?”
Wolfe just grunted as though completely vindicated. He turned and headed towards Caleb’s car.
“What just happened?” she whispered.
Caleb grinned. “You’ve just been wolfed.”
“Wolfed?”
Aleki laughed. “You’re going to get fussed at constantly. He’ll likely be worse with you because you’re a delicate girl.”
“Delicate, my ass.” She playfully punched his arm. Ow. Shit. Was he made of concrete? She had to work hard to hide how much that hurt.
“It’s his way of showing he cares.” Caleb took pity on her and reached for her throbbing hand, massaging it. She stiffened, worried Aleki would be mad at him touching her but he didn’t say a word.
“Are you trying to say he now likes me?” It had only taken close to a year of dating Aleki.
Aleki wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Yep. Last time Caleb had a fever, he nearly lost his mind. I swear he researched every possible illness it could be. He almost had him at the emergency room, demanding that they take out his spleen.”
She giggled. “And what was wrong?”
“Just a cold,” Caleb said dryly. “Come on, we better go before he starts beeping the horn.”
“Are we headed back to your place?” she asked. The three of them lived together.
Caleb shook his head. “No. We’re going to get food. If we don’t get you something to eat, Wolfe will have a coronary.”
* * *
“We all got accepted?” Aleki asked in shock.
“Course we did.” Caleb whacked him on the back. “Why wouldn’t they accept us?”
Easy for Caleb to say. The only child of a wealthy, older couple, Caleb had never wanted for anything. Never hungered for something he couldn’t have.
By rights, Caleb should have been a self-centered, stuck-up prick. Instead, he was one of the best people Aleki knew.
The rich, smart kid and the part-Samoan boy with a huge family and a tiny bank balance.
They shouldn’t be friends. But Caleb was his brother in all the ways it counted.
And then there was Wolfe.
Aleki glanced over at his other best friend. Wolfe didn’t show much reaction to the news. Cool as a cucumber as always. Hmm, he needed a bit of messing up.
“We’re gonna be fucking Navy SEALs, Wolfie,” Aleki crowed at him, jumping to his feet. “Navy-freaking-SEALs!”
“Don’t call me Wolfie,” Wolfe told him calmly without looking up from his phone. “And we’re not SEALs yet. We have to get through training.”
“You don’t think we can make it?” Caleb asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course we can,” Wolfe replied. “Just saying that we can’t get ahead of ourselves.”
Aleki rolled his eyes. Wolfe was a glass half empty kind of guy.
“Come on, Wolfie. You can be happy about it. Smile,” Aleki wheedled.
“No.” Wolfe glared at him.
“Come on, smile.”
Caleb looked between them but didn’t say a word as Aleki took a running leap and landed on Wolfe who was sitting on the sofa.
“Get off me, you asshole!” Wolfe roared as they fell off the sofa, wrestling across the floor.
Aleki leaped off Wolfe and ducked around Caleb’s chair as though he thought the other man might protect him.
Wolfe stood, his obsidian eyes cold and unyielding. Most people steered clear when he looked like this.
Not Aleki, though. Wolfe was his brother. His friend. Plus, Aleki was the only one who did laundry around here. So he was useful.
“Just remember, you kill me and you’ll have to wash your own tightie-whities,” Aleki warned.
Wolfe growled.
“Will you two quit it? We only just replaced the furniture you broke last time,” Caleb commented without glancing up from his phone.
Wolfe gave Aleki a dark look but returned to sitting on the sofa. “What do you plan to do with Genevieve?”
Aleki stiffened, slightly confused by the question. “Do with her? I wasn’t going to do anything with her.”
The three of them had nearly completed degrees from the University of California, but Vivi still had another year to go. Aleki probably wouldn’t have gotten through his degree without the other two helping him. Sitting still wasn’t his forte.
Becoming a Navy SEAL had always been his dream.
“She’s your girlfriend,” Wolfe stated as though that explained everything.
“I know that, man.” Aleki looked over at Caleb, but the other man appeared as confused as he did.
“She can’t come with us. We’ll be living in the barracks. What will you do with her?”
“Dude, she’s not a dog he needs to find a home for,” Caleb told him.
Wolfe scowled. “I’m well aware of that.”
“Vivi knows that we applied for BUD/s training,” Aleki told him. “She’s totally supportive of this move. She’s not going anywhere. I get that you don’t believe in love. But what we have is real. Okay? So don’t worry about us. We’re solid.”
1
Eight years later
“In breaking news, we’ve just learned that Lieutenant Governor William Davidson was found dead in a hotel room in Sacramento. The police have said . . .”
Panic flooded her, making it hard to think. The noise coming from the TV faded away.
Fuck. Fuck. The cops had just left after delivering the news, how did the press find out already? They were probably gathering out front of the property already.
We’re sorry to inform you . . .
What was she going to do? William was dead.
Suspected heart attack.
She buried her face in her hands. It could be a heart attack. Or had something else happened to him?
“Genevieve, hide this flash drive. If something happens to me, text this number. My reporter friend will know what to do with it.”
Was it really a coincidence that he’d said that to her only a few hours ago and now he was dead?
Grabbing her phone, she raced upstairs and opened her jewelry box. It had a secret compartment, which is where she’d stashed the flash drive.
Hidden with it was a piece of paper with a number on it. With hands that shook, she wrote out a text.
This is William’s wife. I have that information. Can we meet?
Her finger hovered over send. If she did this, if she met with this person then that was it. She couldn’t stay here. She’d need to leave. To run.
Like you haven’t thought about running often enough.
But at least this time, she’d have a chance. This time, her father would be too busy with his own demise to worry about her. Right?
She scrunched her eyes tight and took a deep breath. What was the alternative? Stay? What if it wasn’t a heart attack? What if he’d been killed? What if her father knew she’d helped him?
Her gut was telling her to run.
She pressed send.
William was the only one who’d ever dealt with his contact. Would he answer her? What if William had already passed on the information? She rubbed at her head. If he had then there was no need for her to do anything.
Shoot. She’d just have to wait for a reply from his contact. Her heart raced as she grabbed a backpack and hastily filled it with a change of clothes, a nightgown, toiletries, and a few sentimental items. Then she ran downstairs and put the flash drive into a small pocket in her handbag.
She thought about just taking the one bag, but she didn’t want to take everything out of her handbag and some of the stuff in there could come in handy.
Passport. She needed her passport.
She checked the cameras at the
front gate. Shit. Just as she’d thought, the press was already here. She chewed her lip. Last thing she wanted was for any of them to follow her.
Think, Vivi.
She had to leave her car here. She’d go out through the back and have a taxi pick her up a block or two away. After ordering a taxi, she pulled on a hoodie. Shifting back and forth on her feet, she stared at her phone wondering why William’s contact didn’t reply.
Maybe he won’t reply. Then what are you going to do?
Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a text. She nearly dropped it.
Thirty minutes. Basement level. Triton building.
She let out a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn’t have to wait long.
She could do this. She could survive.
She had to.
* * *
“In breaking news, Lieutenant Governor William Davidson was found dead this morning. At the moment we have no information about whether it was from natural causes. . .”
Wolfe paused the TV, not needing to hear anymore.
So he was dead. She was free.
Jaw tightening, he turned to his laptop. He was in the security center of the palace, a space he shared with Caleb and Aleki. You could easily tell who occupied each space. Aleki’s was a mess of computer parts, food wrappers, and bits of paper strewn everywhere. There were at least fifty photos stuck with blu-tack to the wall behind his desk.
Caleb’s space was neat and tidy. Everything was put away in its place. There was a photo of his parents on his desk and framed certificates hung on the wall. His chair was pushed in, while Aleki’s had spun out into the middle of the room.