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CHAPTER 4
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2024-08-07 06:59:11ADAN’S POV
30 minutes passed and I still haven't seen a four-year-old girl with a pink gown and two pigtails on her pretty little head. I don't like it.
“Get me Marcello on the phone. Now!”
My bodyguard scram dialed his number. After several rings, he picks, “dammit Adán. Let me cum. This bitch's pussy feels so good”
“You're fucking someone?”
“Yeah man. Those dickheads needed time to think. Said they will make a decision after their tummies are stuffed with good food. Don't worry I left the men there to watch ‘em. In the meantime, I decided to have something warm bouncing on my dick. …that's baby…fuck”, Marcello moans loudly.
“Make sure you make her touch her toes while standing and fuck her senseless” I advise.
“You bet I will”
“I know you will”, I smile. “Savor the moment Marcello cause that will be your last. I'll be damned to let that dick of yours enter a warm pussy ever again while Ava goes missing under the same roof dickheads Contallzo are dining. Which you agreed to bring to my fucking restaurant. You stupid fool
I breathe out, reeling my anger in.
“So, savor every stroke that jams into that bitch's pussy cause that will be the latest menu I'll be serving from tomorrow”.
‘Holy. Ava is missing? Adán, I didn't ….’
I hung up the call. I head to the security room to check the cameras for my baby. The cameras should have captured something.
I back track the tapes to two hours, watching intently for any small person in pink.
Found her!
I let out a breath. She is sitting under the chef’s work table playing with her dolls and eating rice cakes.
“Keep your eyes on the screen while I go get her. Your eyes should not leave the screen for one second”, I order the security tech as I run down to get her.
I bolt into the busy kitchen, nodding at everyone who sent greetings my way. I walk to the chef’s work table and take a seat on the floor.
“Oh no I wonder where my princess is?”: I coo. “She made her prince search the ends of the world for her. She made her prince so worried. Will my pretty princess ever be in my hands again. Will I ever be able to give her the Fairy kisses”.
I wait for Ava to come out from her spot and jump into my arms because that usually does the trick. I wait to hear her tiny giggles but nothing.
Weird. Is she sad?
“Ava darling?”. I call out, looking under the table.
It was empty. What the hell?
“Tell me you have sights on my daughter!!” I spoke into the talkie.
“No sir, I…I…don't. She was there. I don't know how….”
A loud ruckus reached my ears and it was coming from the balcony.
Fuck no.
I sneak up at the extreme end hiding behind the flower pots close to Contallzo's table.
“How dare you? What kind of place is this that allows their employees to bring their child to work”. Diego the second-hand man bellow
I scan my eyes for Ava. I swear to God, if he touches my little girl, he is saying hi to the death Reaper. Fuck the witnesses in the main lounge. I'll wipe them all clean too.
My bones freeze as I hear Ava's cry. I follow the sound to see her hiding behind the female server's legs, Grace. Diego slaps Grace again and Ava's cries grow louder.
Where the hell are my men, Marcello kept to watch them. Fuck! Where is everyone?
I see Angelo sprinting up from the corner of my eyes. He tries to talk to Diego to let go of Grace's hair, but he wasn't having it. Fucking puttanas. Angelo is getting agitated by the look on his face, so am I.
A bullet to Diego's head will solve everything in seconds but he can't pull out a gun In Front of Ava. It is a rule I set; he knows that. No one pulls a gun out for my baby to see.
Now, I hate the rule I made.
Angelo grabs Diego's hand forcing him to leave Grace's hair, pressing down on his veiny bone in his wrist. Grace scurry back picking up Ava placing her under the food trolley. Cover it with a white cloth till it reaches the floor.
So that's how Ava sneaked in.
Marcello and my men came, immediately Grace left, taking on the situation, exchanging words. He knows better than to start a duel in my restaurant.
I retrace my steps back to the kitchen. Lifting the white cloth, I see Ava rocking herself back and forth as she bawls her eyes out.
“Mi casa”, I call out
“Papa!” she yells, jumping into my arms and sobbing badly.
Fuck you Marcello. Fuck you and your stupid dick.
“It's okay darling. It's okay. Shhhh”, I try to calm her.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry daddy. He hit Aunty Gracie because of me”. Ava cry
“It's okay darling. Nothing to be sorry about. He is just a bitter man because the Fairy didn't visit him in the night”.
“He is?”
“Yes, my love. So don't cry any more. Aunt Gracie will be fine okay. Why don't we get the first aid and help her up”.
“Okay daddy”.
I notice the little crowd of chefs and servers watching intently on my interaction with Ava. They rarely see this side of me. They awe and smile sheepishly.
I roll my eyes.
“Baby, why don't you follow Chef Daisy to the bathroom to freshen up. Then get the first aid kit to clean Gracie's wounds”.
“Okay daddy,” Ava complied, wiping her tears and sliding down my legs. I nod towards Chef Daisy and she nods back. She’s trained in martial arts and I have seen her fight. So, Ava is in good hands.
“Grace” I call out
A skinny young girl of about 19 years walks out from the crowd. Her head down, face hidden by her long waves.
“Look up”, I order
She gently lifts her face looking anywhere but me. “I'm sorry sir, I didn't know when she sneaked under the food trolley. I should have checked”.
“Thank you. Thank you so very much. Thank you for protecting my little girl”.
Grace's head snaps up abruptly so I wonder how it didn't fall off her neck. It's just a mere thank you. She nods, blushing bright red.
“Grab a seat while I and Ava attend to your bruises. Then meet up with Marcello to reward you”.
“It’s nothing sire,” Grace says in a light voice. “I would have done the same thing if Ava was another man's child. Or my sister.”
“I insist. Please let us treat your wounds. It will calm my baby girl down. Let me appreciate you too. You deserve it”.
“Daddy. I'm back”. I smile towards my baby, taking the heavy first aid from her tiny hands.
Grace took a seat at the small corner of the waiting room. While Ava and I attend to her bruises.
“What are you crazy peeps smiling at? Huh! Never seen a man and his daughter. Get back to work, you tiny shrimps. We have people to serve”. Chef Daisy yells.
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