Chapter 62. Daddy Grills

To say Ty was shocked would be an understatement. All the blood drained from his face, leaving him looking as white as sheet. He swallowed audibly. 

“Why? Cat got your tongue?” The elderly man raised an eyebrow as if challenging Ty to disagree.

Ty didn’t know how to respond to Paul’s question. He also couldn’t help but wish he could ask the man whether fucking his daughter had in any way prevented him from keeping her safe. He stared back at the man for a moment and then thought defiantly; ‘fuck this’.

“I still kept her safe, Sir.” He definitely wasn’t going to lie. The man was obviously on to him. 

Paul’s brows rose, this time as if to say ‘what the fuck?’ Then his mouth tightened in obvious annoyance. “You sure did.” He nodded. “But as a father, it pisses me off that my daughter was being used…”

“With all due respect Sir, your daughter wasn’t being used.” Ty rasped, irritation simmering through him. “And I will appreciate it if you don’t