All Chapters of Devils Daisy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My brothers look at me like I’m heartless, maybe I am. I don’t want for them to say it out loud. Walking through I go to my office and lock the door. I use the room to hide away from everyone for hours. After midnight I walk to the kitchen getting a drink. “She hasn’t left her room.”  I look at Marcello. “So? She’s probably sleeping.”  “What’s the plan, Cal? We didn’t think this shit through, how will it even work?” Marcello grabs a glass and fills it sitting and looking at me waiting.  “What do you mean how will it work? She will work for us.” I thought they all understood that. “Right, but everything else?” “What else Marc?”  “Come on Cal, he is on about her and her life. She works for us fine, but what else? What freedom is she given, can she leave and go shoppi

I feel sorry for her. She had that choice removed from her, and they didn't even consider her, instead, they sent her to someone like Richard. I feel like he is someone we should visit. Not yet though."So, with Dean, that was his way then, selling you to men for sex every night?""No, well, yes but no." She shakes her head like she is thinking of how to say the next part. "Not everyone wanted sex. Some of the men wanted a submissive, or slave. So sometimes sex wasn't the aim. I would be used however they wanted. If it wasn't sexual, they would have to tell Dean beforehand, however." That explains why she follows orders so well when she wants to anyway. Sitting we talk, and hours pass by. I somehow fall asleep, unsure of the time but I know she needs space, she is used to following a routine, and everything. So maybe, for now, we should do that? My thoughts stay throughout my sleep.Waking, I feel her wrapped around me. My mind tried to ignore it

I walk through to the kitchen. Calix and Demitri cooking."How did it go?" They look at me."Fine, you were right there was no way she would go shopping alone and buy things. We can talk about other stuff once we're sat, I told her to go get ready." "What other thing?" They look at me."She likes dancing. So I figured we would sort her a dance studio here, she can dance, but she might want guidance. Anyway, the dance studio I can easily sort the using the business contractors. She wants to learn to fight." They both turn and stare at me. "I told her we would discuss it tonight along with some other things." "Okay, well you need to email a list to Ryan, he took over. He has been working there long enough. Get it done now, food will be fifteen." Nodding I walk upstairs, going into my office I sit down.I know what list he meant. Those who need to be watched more closely. Writing up the email, I send it. Picking up the phone I hit the number.

I can see she is thinking, and she seems to be struggling to find an answer to my question, and I can't blame her. She isn't used to being asked how she feels or why. I need to remember that, but asking her is a good thing. She needs to get used to this."Honestly, I don't know. Part of me is worried for Marcello, he apologised, he shouldn't have, I tried talking to him, but I sensed he wanted me away so I left." I nod, I spoke to Marcello, so I know his worry."Look, Marcello is just worried. You said you would probably beg if you weren't under contract. Yet there's no way to be sure. He's not so worried about what he did, more he lost control, if we hadn't walked in, he more than likely would have fucked you. Or something else, then he would feel guilty."She laughs slightly."Why though? You keep telling me I'm not here for that, which is great, but if he wanted it and me, what's the issue?" There isn't an issue."There's no issue, n

Demitri has stayed hidden away all day. I look at him, wondering when he will finally speak. I stay quiet, watching the time pass. Hearing my phone I hit answer, and hold it to my ear. I know Cal will be calling to check on Demitri."Yep?" I watch as Demitri lifts his head hearing me."Come to the offices, I need you to personally confirm these numbers before I act." "Act on what Cal? What have you found?" Demitri sits up more hearing me."Working out money. Gold Cadence, over eighty thousand gone, over three separate dates." "Na, you worked something out wrong, no way would no one not notice eighty thousand drop." I hope anyway."Just get here. Hurry." He hangs up, grabbing keys I walk to the door hearing Demitri follow. Turning I look at him."Maybe not the best idea D, You're not exactly mentally sound right now." We can't have him killing someone instantly."I'm fine. I'm coming." He walks past me and out, giving up