Her Faux Sugar Daddy (Jordan Brothers 7)

Her Faux Sugar Daddy (Jordan Brothers 7)
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2020 Megan Slayer

Jon McDaniels tossed the last of the photos in the trash. Daisy didn’t want him, and he saw no reason to keep her pictures or the memories.

“You don’t want to save anything?” Natty rested his hands on his hips. “You don’t think she’ll come back? She might change her mind.”

“Daisy?” He shook his head. “No. She’s in love with Dewey.” He cringed. The man’s name wasn’t even Dewey. He was Robert Dean Molten.

Natty snorted. “Dewey. The name reminds me of a troll.”

“He’s safe, secure, and he has a desk job. He’s the perfect man for her.” Jon closed the garbage can lid. He hated tossing memories away, but he refused to linger in the past.

“He’s boring.”

“So says the guy working on his third divorce.” Jon nudged the garbage can aside. “I’ve been married twice, and neither woman wanted to keep me around. I need to move on. No more dancers, no more show girls. It’s time I got my life straightened out.”

“Until you need your dick sucked.” Natty pulled his phone from his inner jacket pocket. “Time to take Ripley to school.”

Good. Jon needed the diversion from his depression. “I’ll be okay.”

“Uh-huh.” Natty rolled his eyes.

Jon followed Natty to the car. Ripley waited next to the vehicle, fiddling with her phone. “You don’t have to escort me to school like I’m a child.” She slipped into the backseat. “I’m capable of going to class on my own.”

“Mister Vonn would kill us if we let you do that,” Jon said. “It’s better this way.” He hadn’t worked much with Vonn, but if the younger Jordan brother was pissed off, every Jordan brother would act. Dash, the head of the household, expected a certain level of perfection. He enjoyed his job with the family and his friendship with Dash. Jon might not have the most glamorous job – not enough to hold Daisy’s interest -- but he had his own kind of security, providing security for the family.

“Whatever,” Ripley said. “I’m ready.”

“Let’s go.” Jon joined Natty in the front seat and said nothing else during the ride to campus. He preferred silence over Natty’s pop station on the radio. Natty’s taste in music wasn’t quite the same as his. Jon would rather listen to swing music or progressive rock. Natty called his choices boring.

“Vonn didn’t see you off,” Natty said as they pulled into the parking lot next to the Maxwell Building. “Where is he?”

“With Dash.” Ripley opened her planner. “Probably getting reamed. Dash’s tense about something. What, I’m not sure. I stay out of the family business.”

“Smart.” Jon hadn’t worked directly with Dash in a while and wondered what had his friend on edge. He wished he did know. He hated being in the dark.

Natty parked in the temporary spot. “We’ll be back when you’re done. Don’t try to go somewhere else without telling us. I’m not in the mood to have Vonn hand me my ass again.”

“I can walk and should be able to roam the campus.” Ripley shook her head. “It’s for the best. He’s trying to keep me safe, so thank you. See you in an hour.”

Jon left the vehicle and opened the car door for her. Before she exited, he noticed a man walking toward the building, but unlike the other students, this one wore all camo and had a girl in his grasp. Something flashed, and Jon recognized the item -- a gun. Fuck. The jerk had a gun to the young woman’s head. “Get back.” He shoved Ripley back into the car and slammed the door. “Gun.”

“Fuck.” Natty threw the car into gear.

Students ducked, and a few ran screaming. The man held the gun up and shot toward the sky. The thunder of the shots split the air. Jon kept his weapon concealed, but held up his hands.

“Don’t try it, old man,” the guy with the gun shouted. He held the revolver to the young woman’s head. “I will shoot her.”

“Stop.” Jon waited for Natty to speed away, then inched up to the man.

The gunman shot at the retreating car. “Bring him back. I want to bag a Jordan.”

“Then let her go.” Jon kept his hands up. He wanted to disarm the man, but there were too many witnesses. There were also too many blind spots and tall buildings. If the man had accomplices, they could be anywhere. He growled. Who needed to have so many retaining walls and huge fucking juniper bushes? Jesus.

“I’m not doing a Goddamn thing you say.” The man pressed the revolver to the woman’s head.

Where in the hell were the police? Someone had to have called them by now. Natty should’ve, if no one else had. Even the campus cops would be better than nothing. “You don’t want to do this,” Jon said.

“Want to bet?” The man yanked on the woman, holding her tight to his chest. “I’ll fucking destroy her.”

Jon growled again. The young woman couldn’t be more than twenty-one. She had her whole life ahead of her. Panic shimmered in her green eyes. She paled and trembled.

“Help me,” the girl said. “Please?”