It was past eight p.m. when I heard a car pull up on our driveway.

I was furious. Fucking fuming, worried sick and angry as a bull. Whoever had her was going to get a piece of my mind, and then a taste of my fist.

I rushed out of the house with Amanda steady behind my feet. Their mother was still not home, off on some project or other, but more likely than not out fucking someone who was most definitely not her husband.

The car stopped and the driver’s door opened. A guy walked outside, a guy because he wasn’t a man yet. He looked about Amanda and Kendall’s age, and he was grinning from ear to ear as he opened the passenger door.

Kendall’s long legs swung out first, with a light tan and her pretty white eyelet dress riding up. She was barefoot, her dainty little toenails painted a bright fuchsia shade. She carried her sandals in her hand, and she had sunglasses pushed up on her brow. Her nose and cheeks were peppered with fresh freckles from the sun, which hadn’t been there earlier in the day.

“Kendall!” I shouted, and she stopped mid-laugh, looking at me with her mouth set in a thin line.

Her friend walked up to me and I felt like a mother hen standing there with my arms crossed and Amanda peering at the scene in front of us from behind my back. It felt like the roles had been reversed with the two of them that day.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I barked, and the guy rushed to shake my hand.

“Hello, Mr. Reed,” he said kindly. “Not sure you remember me, I’m a friend of Kendall’s…”

“I don’t give a shit,” I snapped, smacking his hand away.

He gave me a surprised glare, but I focused my attention on Kendall instead. I’d never been angrier. Both Mandy and I had been worried sick, waiting for her after school. She never showed up, though, and I got more and more worried as the hours passed. It was completely unlike Kendall to come home this late after school, and her phone went straight to voicemail. Her mother had no idea where she was either, not that she seemed bothered by it. She didn’t even offer to come back home and help us look for Kendall. Fucking bitch.

“You didn’t answer your phone,” I spat at Kendall, and she glared at me. “You fucking have that expensive phone for a reason.”

“Yeah, to call my mom,” she hissed. “And my mom isn’t here. You don’t get to set the rules, Levi.”

I heard Amanda’s sharp intake of breath from behind me. She’d crossed a line for fucking sure, and I wasn’t about to let her get away with it. I’d never been angrier at Kendall, never this fucking tempted to slap her across her beautiful face. I’d been worried fucking sick, and here she was, strolling on the lawn as if nothing had happened.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” I told her, grabbing her forearm.

She struggled, trying to tear herself out of my arms but I wouldn’t let her. No way was she getting away now.

“Levi, you’re hurting me,” she cried out.

“Hey man, let her go,” her friend cut in, making a grab for me.

I couldn’t help myself. I knocked the kid flat out with a single punch.

“LEVI!” Kendall shouted, tearing herself out of my grip and kneeling next to him on the ground.

“Uncool,” Amanda told me before coming from behind my back and joining the two kids on the lawn.

My fist fucking stung and I was still pissed as hell. My girls helped the kid pick himself up, and I noticed the blood flowing from his nose. I was too damn angry to feel remorse, though. I would have punched him again if I didn’t know better.

“Get the fuck off my lawn,” I snarled at the kid, and he stumbled towards his car. “And don’t you ever dare touch Kendall again.”

He gave her a look and shook his head, holding his nose as he got in the car. He revved the engine and reversed off our driveway, and Amanda stared at me as I stormed closer to them.

“Amanda,” I barked. “Get the fuck inside and let me deal with this.”

She gave Kendall a concerned look, but her sister waved her off. I didn’t move my eyes off Kendall as Amanda got up and walked towards the house as slowly as she possibly could, probably fucking desperate to hear the speech I was going to give. But I was going to deal with this with Kendall in private. And she wasn’t going to get away with it, either.

“I was worried fucking sick,” I snarled at her. “You were gone for hours. You were supposed to be home at four!”

“So?” she bit back, getting up from the lawn and glaring at me. “You’re not the boss of me last time I checked.”

She looked fucking beautiful like that, her eyes blazing and her tiny hands forming little fists I wanted her to tangle in my hair. She was fucking glorious.

“You should have called, Kendall,” I told her heatedly. “Or at least texted or fucking something, so I wouldn’t be worried out of my fucking mind!”

“My phone died,” she shouted back, pulling her phone out of her bag and waving it at me. “It’s not my damn fault!”

“We fucking waited for you,” I said. “Amanda and me, we waited for hours. She was worried sick! Don’t you give a shit about your sister at least, if you don’t care about me?”

“Of course I care,” she hissed. “You’re the one who doesn’t care!”

She started sobbing uncontrollably, and I felt all too aware of being in the front yard where any of the neighbors could see us. I had no idea what else to do, so I took her by the arm and gently nudged her towards the house. She stumbled in front of me, over the welcome mat and into the house. Then, she tore her arm out of my grip once again and glared at me with so much hatred it was a wonder I didn’t burst into flames on the spot.

“No wonder Mom doesn’t love you,” she told me. “You’re controlling, obsessive, and at the same time, you don’t give a shit. About any of us. About any of this!”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I told her pointedly.

Her words fucking hurt, even though I knew they were spoken in anger.

“Tell me who that guy was, Kendall,” I told her. “Tell me who you’ve been fucking gallivanting around with so I can punish you properly.”

“Oh what, you’re going to ground me?” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t give a shit, Levi! You’re not my real dad!”

“Bet your fucking tight little ass I’m not,” I snarled, making a move on her again.

She dodged me, and we played the game of cat and mouse as she tried to slip through my fingers. It was only a matter of time before I got my hands on her, and once I did, it wasn’t going to be pretty for her. She’d broken every single rule, and I was going to punish her for it, hard.

“You’re going to pay,” I told her roughly. “You don’t get to act like a fucking little bitch around here without repercussions.”

“Oh yeah?” she cried out. “You going to hurt me?”

“No,” I answered. “I’m going to fucking deny you.”

She almost got away again, but this time, instead of worrying about her wellbeing, I wrapped my fingers into her dark mane of hair and pulled her towards me. She cried out as I did it, and it only made me pull harder. I didn’t stop until her arms were trapped behind her back and she was slack against my chest, and then I forced her up the stairs, with her whining and sobbing the whole time. My heart was beating so fucking fast I thought it would go straight through my chest.

Amanda stood at the top of the stairs, her eyes wide as she stared at me dragging Kendall along.

“Are you really going to do this?” Kendall cried out. “You’re really fucking going to do this, right in front of Mandy?”

I pulled her up against me, her lips inches away from mine. She trembled under my touch, but her bratty little mouth still opened up needily the second she saw me looking at it.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked her roughly. “You already told her all about us, anyway, didn’t you, baby girl?”

And then I kissed her, with her sister staring at us.

She gasped into my mouth, desperate and greedy the moment my lips touched hers. She kissed me back after a second, eagerly so, devouring my mouth as if it had belonged to her all along. She moaned into my mouth and I deepened our kiss, toying with her tongue, owning her mouth like a real daddy should.

Finally, I pulled back, and looked at Amanda who was standing in the doorway of her room open-mouthed.

“Bet you she liked what she saw,” I told Kendall, my eyes steady on her sister. “Bet you she’s fucking jealous as fuck that you’re the one who gets to fucking kiss me.”

“Levi,” Kendall breathed, her fingernails digging into my skin. “Levi, please.”

Amanda glared at me as I picked my baby girl up and pulled her towards her sister. I made her stand right in front of Mandy, my hands on her shoulders as I whispered in her ear.

“Tell her you’ve been bad,” I ordered her. “Tell her you have to be punished.”

“NO!” Kendall struggled, but I wouldn’t let go.

I stepped closer to her, my hard dick digging into her ass and making her cry out.

“I’ve been bad,” she muttered, Amanda’s eyes growing wider and wider. “Levi’s going to punish me now.”

“Tell her you’ll tell her all about it later,” I said, and she trembled as she repeated the words.

Amanda glared at me with so much venom in her eyes I could only chuckle. I grabbed Kendall and forced her towards her own room, and she stumbled towards it. I turned back to face Amanda and leaned down to really get in her face. Just like her sister’s, her own lips parted too, and she stared at me as I spoke to her.

“Don’t you ever fucking dare to blackmail me again,” I told her pointedly. “You’ve seen what I do to bad little girls, haven’t you, Amanda?”

She kept staring at me numbly.

“And don’t fucking forget,” I added. “You have your own secrets you want to stay hidden, too.”

I left her there with her eyes nervous, walked into Kendall’s room, and shut the door tightly behind us.

I didn’t bother locking it.

Let Mandy fucking walk in on it if she wanted to.