To describe the expression in Abel's eyes as she looked up at him, Hanzo knew he had to begin with the word "love" and then go from there. Any other term would be far too small for the adoration she radiated up at him, and the adoration that he returned. He'd never really considered being either parent or lover, and now that he was both to the same remarkable girl, he was elated.

Another few strokes to Abel's silky hair, and then he returned to his work. His contentment was short-lived, though. Not ten minutes later, Hanzo took a phone call that quickly descended into a brief shouting match. Then, even though the other party could still be heard yelling and cursing at the top of their lungs, Hanzo's tone had grown ice-cold and as hard as granite. He hung up the phone gently, then sat back and took a deep breath.

His eyes met Abel's. "There will be work later tonight," he said quietly. "For now, Daddy needs his little girl's pussy to ease his stress."