Free Tiny by Sam Crescent

been
one to be overly concerned about her shape. Her father, Ned, taught her at a
young age to be proud of who she was, embrace her
shape. Smiling, Eva recalled the conversations he tried to have as she was
growing.
    The first time she got her
period would stay with her forever. She’d screamed the entire gym down. At
twelve, she thought she was dying. Ned, along with five of his men, charged
into the bathroom. The stall had been locked, and the conversation through the
metal still made her cringe. The men had laughed at her but promised to be kind
now she was a lady.
    Shaking her head, Eva picked
up a clean towel to dry all the dishes she’d used. None of the men working for
her father hurt her either. They made her feel special, but she knew her shape
was not for every man. She loved her food, and cooking came naturally to her.
    Tiny was still locked away
in his office. He joined her for their sandwiches and abandoned her when he
finished. Switching off the light she headed upstairs to her room. She tugged
each case off her bed, sliding them across the room to her wardrobe. Her time
in Tate’s and Tiny’s lives was coming to an end. She
felt it and knew there was no way she could change her mind.
    Grabbing her phone, she
dialed her father’s number.
    “Hey, princess, how are you
doing? Do you need me to pick you up now?” Ned Walker answered on the first
ring. Her father had always been there for her. She felt a little guilty for
getting up and leaving him without a word. “I’ll be on the first flight out.”
    “No, Dad, you don’t need to
come early. I just wanted to make sure you were coming out on Friday. I don’t
want to be waiting around and you not be here to pick
me up.”
    “Have I ever let you down?”
he asked.
    Rolling her eyes, she shook her
head and then realized he wasn’t in the same room. It was a good thing he
wasn’t in the same room. If he saw her naked he’d kill Tiny on the spot.
    “No, you’ve never let me
down.”
    “Then what is this about?
Are you changing your mind?”
    “No, it’s time for me to
come home. Tate is grown up, and I’ve pissed you off enough.”
    She sat on the end of the
bed wishing she hadn’t called him. Ned always did see too much.
    “It’s not a bad thing to be
in love with a man, Eva.”
    “I know.”
    “Admittedly, I’d prefer you
to be in love with a man your own age, but I guess there are worse men out
there. He’s … erm … he’s not hurting you or anything, is he?”
    “What? No, I mean Tiny will
hurt anyone who tries to hurt me. He’s like you, Dad. Hard
yet soft at the same time.” She chuckled at his annoyed sigh.
    “I’m not soft with anyone
else.”
    The words sobered her up.
She knew her father was no saint. He hurt anyone who stood in his path or
threatened his family. Eva knew who was responsible for her mother’s death, but
she wasn’t going to get into that. Someone else had told her the truth about
her mother a long time ago.
    “I know. I need to come
away. Clear my head. Everything is always the same at the moment, and I need to
know my own mind.”
    “I’ll be there early. I’m
catching a flight, but I can’t be away too long so don’t go changing your mind at the last moment. I’ve got a fight to get to on
Saturday.”
    “Okay, I’ll see you soon.
Don’t forget to bring three gifts. There are three women expecting.”
    “You’re all breeding like
fucking rabbits. Fine, I’ll pick something up.”
    She chuckled before hanging
up the phone. She did love and miss her father. He’d stayed away when she asked
him to, not wanting him near her when she was in pain. Ned Walker was a force
to be reckoned with and would probably make Tiny look
like a little teddy bear in comparison.
    Leaving the bedroom she took
a quick shower to wash away the day. She didn’t give a thought about Tiny.
Usually when he was locked inside his office there was no chance of him leaving
the room for a good few hours.
    Eva closed her eyes