Page 51 of Deep Daddy

‘Who the hell are you?’ Tucker said, spinning around with a smug sneer on his face. ‘Like I’m going to listen to some park bench bum?’

Sammy giggled in delight, but this only seemed to make Tucker angry.

‘What’s so fucking funny?’ Tucker snapped. ‘You think I’m scared of this loser?’

Harrison smiled. Tucker was angry, emotional, and about to be delivered a killer blow…

‘If you’re not scared of me, you should be,’ Harrison said. ‘Boy, over here.’

Sammy immediately ran over to Harrison and took his place by his side. Harrison loved the feeling of putting his arm around Sammy and showing Tucker that things were about to change – and not in a way that Tucker would like…

‘I’ve got proof of your financial misdeeds. Concrete evidence,’ Harrison said. ‘And a whole heap of other evidence too. Now what I’m going to need is for you to give me all of Sammy’s details. Your time controlling him is well and truly over. You’re already in enough legal trouble as it is, you don’t want to make things worse. Trust me. I have the money to pay for a hundred lawyers to bury you in litigation for years.’

‘B-b-b-but… this can’t be…,’ Tucker said, a panicked look on his face. ‘You asshole! You little shit, Sammy! How could you do this to me?’

‘Respect the young man!’ Harrison said, gripping Tucker’s collar and yanking him up onto his tiptoes. ‘Show some manners and decency for once or I’ll toss you into the park lake and let the ducks have you as their personal play toy.’

Tucker struggled to free himself from Harrison’s grip, but he couldn’t manage it. It was clear that there was only one alpha in this situation, and that was undoubtedly Harrison.

‘Fine! Fine! Just get off me!’ Tucker said, squirming and squealing as he helplessly flapped around.

‘So you agree to hand all banking and financial control back to Sammy right this second?’ Harrison said, squeezing Tucker even harder. ‘And more than that, do you apologize to him for all the hurt and pain you’ve caused?’

Harrison knew how important it would be to Sammy for him to hear Tucker own his terrible behavior. Given Sammy’s insecurities from childhood, Harrison wanted to make sure that Tucker made a clear statement confirming that Sammy was worth way more than the ridiculous videos he’d been made to perform in…

‘I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry,’ Tucker said, a look of shame on his face. ‘But… whatever. Just put me down. I’ve done what you’ve asked.’

‘Is this enough, Sammy?’ Harrison said. ‘I’ll keep this rat dangling until you’re satisfied.’

‘It’s fine, Daddy,’ Sammy said. ‘I’ve heard enough.’

Harrison did as Sammy requested and dropped Tucker to the ground. But just as it looked like Tucker was about to get up and run away, Sammy stepped in front of him and blocked his path.

‘Before you go,’ Sammy said, a calm and focused tone in his voice. ‘You were horrible to me. And all I did was try to work hard and put my love of food out there for people to see. I don’t think you should ever work as a manager again, because no one in the world deserves what you put me through.’

Tucker shook his head and ran away into the distance.

‘And don’t come back!’ Sammy shouted, his voice now full of emotion. ‘Daddy, thank you so much for rescuing me. I don’t know what I would have done without you.’

‘Same, boy. Same,’ Tucker said. ‘I think it’s time we met up with Zane and Lars and had some breakfast. Know of anywhere good around here?’

‘I know just the place!’ Sammy replied, a big smile on his face.

* * *

The Littlest Waffle House was Sammy’s favorite breakfast spot in the whole of New York City. With its funky décor and absolutely lip-smacking delicious pancakes, it was the place to be for a tasty breakfast.

‘I hope you don’t mind the music too much,’ Sammy laughed, bopping his head along to the nursery rhyme soundtrack coming out of the speakers. ‘I kinda love it!’

‘Me too!’ Lars said, rocking in his seat as he eagerly anticipated delivery of his second stack of maple syrup covered pancakes.

‘I think I could do without the music,’ Zane said, rolling his eyes. ‘But these damn pancakes are insane. I assume you agree Harrison?’

Harrison mumbled in agreement. His mouth was full of what was his third serving in less than fifteen minutes. Kicking ass and rescuing his boy was hungry work as it turned out. Oh, and the fact that his hangover was kicking in was probably an extra motivational factor in getting as many carbs inside him as was humanly possible.

‘Yup. Music… nope. Food… totally,’ Harrison said, washing his last pancake down with a big slurp of black coffee. ‘Guys, is it okay if me and the boy have a moment alone?’

Zane and Lars exchanged a knowing look. It was time for them to leave Harrison and Sammy to sort some things out.