Chapter 2

I retired from the force with 20 years in. They actually wanted me to stay but I was not enjoying being a cop as much as I was going to enjoy being a rich drug dealer.

I was living the good life when I got a call one night from a desk Sgt. at the precinct where I used to work.

“Bobby we have your daughter here. She was picked up by an under-cover agent trying to buy OxyContin. If you want I’ll release her into your custody tonight and she won’t have to spend the night in the tank with the whores. Then tomorrow you can see about getting her some help.”

“I’ll be there in a couple of hours. But in the mean time I want you to scare the hell out of her. Remind her she is a cop’s daughter and prison is going to be rough on her. Maybe even have a couple of those whores try to get ‘friendly’ with her.”

“I know what you mean and I’ll take care of it.”

His name went to the top of my Christmas gift list.

Two hours later I showed up. She was led out by the big Sgt. who explained to her that he was releasing her into my custody. When the door opened she rushed into my arms.

“Oh, Daddy! Thank you for coming! I am so sorry...” She was crying so hard she could not finish.

Now it’s ‘Daddy? Huh? This little bitch who after finding out I was not her ‘Daddy’ referred to me as ‘Little Bobby’. She got that from her mother. A direct reference to my little dick. She is going to pay for every time she called me that and giggled. I have no love for this bitch only years of pent up rage. She owes me and not only for the snide remarks, but for the years of child support. Tonight I’ll explain my re-payment plan to her!

“Look what those black whores did to me!”

She shows me her blouse and the buttons are ripped off. She has a sucked up place above her right breast and another on her neck.

“They were actually fighting over who was going to have me first! If you had not gotten here when you did they were going to make me...” She could not finish she was crying again.

I let the bitch cry and think what could have happened. I pulled into the driveway of my house and she wanted to know where we were. I told her I was watching this place for a friend who was in Europe on a special assignment. What bullshit but she bought it.

I sat her in the living room and went into my office. I returned in a few minutes with a bottle of water and two pills.

“Take these. They’ll help you relax.”

She never hesitated and gulped them down.

“I need to call mother. She’ll be worried.”

“Don’t worry about that I have taken care of it. I told her you would be spending the night here with me. I have to take you to see an attorney in the morning.” Another lie. All I had to do was make a call and everything would be dropped.

I looked at her. Not as a father but as a tiger about to enjoy a fresh meal. She sipped the water and squirmed on the couch. The pills were starting to work. I asked a simple question.