Chapter 17 Yes Daddy

• The sun rose over the city in a brilliant expanse of gold, washing through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse.
• Finn lay tangled in the silk sheets, his chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. His body was pleasantly sore, but for the first time in years, his mind was utterly still. No domestic violence from parents. No fear of mob enforcers breaking down his door. No terror of being sold off to the highest bidder.
• Beside him, Martinez sat up, buttoning a fresh, tailored charcoal shirt. He glanced down at the sleeping boy, reaching over to run a broad, warm hand through Finn's soft hair.