Chapter 60
Poppy
"Cliffe, who's the sweet girl?"
Three masked men moved toward us.
The one in front was tall and broad with a silver mask and dirty blonde hair. Wait a minute, he looked familiar.
I knew that huge...Marcus?!
He held one finger to his lips and winked at me. A little giggle slipped from my lips.
"Cliffe." Marcus voice was warm and familiar. "Who's the sweet girl?"
Oh right, our identities were supposed to be hidden. If Daddy's hidden name was Cliffe, what was Marcus's name?
The other two men were ogling my t**s through the pink dress. My n*****s tightened against the thin fabric, and heat rolled down my spine. I would bet they wanted to see them.
"She's Flower," Daddy grunted, glaring daggers at Marcus.
"Awww," I gushed, wrapping my arms around him. "Am
