Deeper [The Underground 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Free

but she wiped it quickly away before it could track down her cheek. She mumbled something under her breath and ran her hands through the thick tangle of auburn curls that fell over her shoulders. Lifting her wide green eyes at him, he found himself lost for a moment in those emerald depths. “How long does my father have before he needs to pay you back?”
    “The end of the week.” His answer was short and to the point. He was done letting his sexual needs override the business side of his life. She was no different than any other female he had wanted, but even thinking it he knew that was not true. There was something different about Stella Vincent, something he wanted to explore further. After she paid him maybe he would explore that, meaning her under him. Yeah, he just needed one night with her, one night to get her out of his system. He wasn’t used to wanting a female as badly as he wanted her. It was clouding his judgment, making him feel sympathy for her and the situation.
    Yes, he would get his money and then he would go from there. In the end, Stella Vincent would be naked in his bed, his name coming from her on a scream of pleasure.

Chapter Three
     
    Stella was in a massive funk when she left Tate’s office. The drive from the casino to her father’s house was in silence, and it wasn’t just because her dad was passed out cold. Even if he had been conscious, she wouldn’t have had anything to say. She was beyond pissed and scared as hell. Where in the hell was she going to get twenty-five thousand dollars by the end of the week? A tear slipped free and she quickly wiped it away. The very thought of her childhood home being taken away was too painful to even think about. All of her memories of her mother were in that home, and her father had all but signed it away for a quarter of what the house cost. She loved her father, but at this moment she hated him.
    A sideways glance at him showed a man blissfully unaware of what he was putting his only daughter through. If the house hadn’t already been paid for she had no doubt he would have lost it years ago. Her childhood house became illuminated from her headlights. Pulling into the driveway and shutting off her car, she sat there for a moment, letting everything settle into place. The tick, tick, tick of the engine cooling filled the car and broke up her thoughts.
    “Dad, wake up.” She didn’t bother looking over at him, just stared straight ahead. The front door, once a vibrant red that was welcoming and warm was now peeling and dull. Shutters hung by a nail and weeds were now making up more of the lawn than actual grass. The house looked depressing. It looked like a corpse of something that used to be great. This was what her life was now.
    She looked at her dad, felt her love for him try and press through the anger that was currently taking residence inside of her. How long was she going to continue on with this? How much longer was she going to watch her father slowly kill himself? She missed her dad, missed her house, but years ago she had made the decision to move out, to get a place of her own and not let the past consume her like it was with her father. If the house hadn’t been paid for there was no way she could afford to live on her own. The only income that he had coming in was from his disability. If he hadn’t hurt himself right after her mom had died he wouldn’t be getting anything now. That check and her paychecks were the only thing keeping him from being homeless. She worked two jobs to make sure that would never happen. Why did she even bother ? How many jobs have you lost because you’ve had to leave to go pick him up? How many dates have been ruined because dad called you, begging you to come get him because he was too drunk to drive home?
    Another tear slipped free and it tracked down her cheek before she could catch it. She was sick of crying, sick of always having to worry about everything else, and sick of having no one to