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  HEAR ME, DADDY

  THE RAINBOW ROOM: BOOK 2

  By

  L. Michael & M. Elton

  Copyright

  Text Copyright2020 L. Michael & M. Elton

  All Rights Reserved

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means. That includes information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the authors, except for brief quotations in a book review.

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  The following story is entirely fictional. Any characters (author’s names like Lucian Holsten and Little Boy Blue), locations, events, or businesses are part of the author’s imaginations, and any resemblance to actual person’s, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover created using CanvaPro by L. Michael & M. Elton

  Author pic using art drawn by Reginast777

  Edited by Amber Krogh (if you need editing done contact Amber via email at [email protected])

  Thanks & Acknowledgments

  Welcome back to the Rainbow Room.

  There are so many people to thank!

  A massive Thank You to BETA readers. In no particular order; Candice C, Catherine H, Julie U, D.C., Kelly B, Loretta H, Lorna H, Tonya K. Your feedback is invaluable, and we couldn’t do this without you.

  Thank you to our excellent PA, Misty, our brilliant ABC Lady, Amber, and our Alpha Reader, Jamie. You girls rock!

  A special thank you from L. Michael to her mum and big sis, to the funniest and best brother-in-law, and my family. And to Isa. My Emma, my person, my everything.

  M. Elton would like to thank all her family and friends that stepped up to support her (even though she writes smut).

  Love you Bu Ku Papa Sheldon!

  We want to acknowledge the talent of the artist who created the turtle we are using for our author photo. We purchased this adorable creation from an artist on Etsy. Here is the artist link Reginast777. Check her out. She is super talented, and we love her work!

  Thanks to all the people who joined our Rainbow Room Group on Facebook! You can be a part of the Rainbow Room, too! Join our page and be a part of our journey to the next book (you may find some exclusive stories there *wink, wink*).

  CONSENT NOTE & BLURB

  CONSENT NOTE: All characters are all over the legal age of 18 and are consenting adults. These characters are living their lives in an age play relationship. It does not involve anyone under the age of consent. This book may contain diaper changes, bottle feedings, spankings, cock cages, and other punishments or situations involved in age play. If these actions or behaviors disturb you, do not read this book.

  Blurb: What will you do for love? Can you look past a medical condition and see the person underneath?

  Victim's Rights Lawyer Caden Evans has a tedious life. Work. Home. Repeat. He is ready for a change. What he desires more than anything is someone to fill the empty void in his heart. A man to cuddle and care for. A man who is into age play and will be his Little Boy. Can a chance encounter at the Rainbow Room be the answer to his silent prayers?

  Henry Reed is a bestselling author who writes age play novels. But what he wants most is a Daddy Dom. Just like in his stories. But a terrible accident at fourteen left Henry deaf and with other chronic medical issues. He thinks he's broken, and that no self-respecting Daddy will want a broken Boy. He’s afraid that his dark past and medical condition will keep him from finding a Daddy.

  Caden and Henry meet, but can they look past the broken pieces of their lives and find love?

  Content Warning, Capitalizations & Sign Language

  Content Warning: Please note this book contains some sensitive and, at times, dark content. This book contains material suitable for readers 18 years and over. Adult content includes and but not limited to-sex scenes between two men, drinking alcohol (not in excess), and swearing.

  The dark content includes but is not limited to mentioning the following: hate groups, a reference to Nazis, cult references, religious extremism, bullying, past physical abuse, past assault written as a memory, Homophobia, and hate crimes.

  Capitalization of Endearments: As authors, we understand that there are rules of the language used as a book is written. We also understand the rules that revolve around how names and endearments should be capitalized (and how editors HATE words being capitalized that should not be).

  However, due to past issues and triggers (child sexual abuse), for us as authors, it creates a definite line of separation to capitalize endearments like Daddy, Little, Boy, Little Roo, Cupcake, etc. Please note that we capitalize most endearments related to age play in all our books. You have been warned.

  Sign Language: Through all our research, we discovered it isn't easy to write about the main character using sign language as a form of communication. How do you take a visual language and accurately convey the feelings of the characters? There are several thoughts on the subject. We decided that it would be easier for readers to see the signed words written just as it would be spoken, however, with Italics and “quotation marks.” For example.

  “Are you ok, Little One?” he signed.

  Because we are hearing authors, it is up to us to convey the difficulty that people in the deaf community have. Also, the use of sign language is not an afterthought or gimmick for us. Our main character struggles with being deaf and struggles to communicate with people who do not know sign language. We did our best to convey the feelings behind communication between our characters.

  If you would like more information on sign language vs. spoken word, see this website.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1: Henry

  Chapter 2: Caden

  Chapter 3: Henry

  Chapter 4: Caden

  Chapter 5: Henry

  Chapter 6: Caden

  Chapter 7: Henry

  Chapter 8: Caden

  Chapter 9: Henry

  Chapter 10: Caden

  Chapter 11: Henry

  Chapter 12: Caden

  Chapter 13: Henry

  Chapter 14: Caden

  Chapter 15: Henry

  Chapter 16: Caden

  Chapter 17: Henry

  Chapter 18: Caden

  Chapter 19: Henry

  Chapter 20: Caden

  Chapter 21: Henry

  Chapter 22: Caden

  Chapter 23: Henry

  Epilogue

  Coming Soon

  About the Authors

  Previous Titles by L. Michael & M. Elton

  Prologue

  The waiting room was nearly deserted when Special Agent Ian Callaghan arrived. After his girlfriend, Lana, had called him, it had taken him almost four hours to drive from the FBI Field Office in Louisville to Pinewood, a small town at the Appalachian Mountains. When he entered the room, he spotted Lana talking to a young officer in a quiet corner, far away from the elderly couple who sat by the doors. Ian walked over and cleared his throat. “Lana.”

  “Ian. Thank God you’re here.”

  “I got in the car as soon as I got your message. What happened? Are you ok?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. But I need your help.” Lana glanced at the young officer. “We need your help.”

  “Ok. What’s wrong?” Ian asked, and the young officer glanced nervously around the room.

  “Can we talk somewhere private?” he finally asked, and Lana nodded.

  “We can go to the break room.”

  Without another word, Ian followed the cop and his girlfriend out of the room and down a hallway. Lana only stopped once to let her colleague know where they were going.
After they went into the break room, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Worried, Ian frowned. “Lana, what’s going on?” It was the officer who answered, his voice shaking.

  “I was on patrol when I passed the gas station three miles out of Pinewood. I saw a fight and stopped my car. I got out, and…realized that it wasn’t just a fight between two men. It was one beating the other. I called for backup when I saw who those two were. Then I called an ambulance. Lana was the first nurse in the ER when they brought him in, and when I told her what had happened, she called you.”

  “Who are we talking about, and why have you called me, when the police were already on it?” Ian asked his girlfriend.

  “Because we can’t trust them,” Lana snarled. “They’re all good ole’ country boys.”

  “What?”

  “Have you ever heard of the Altmann Compound?” the officer asked, and Ian thought about it. It took him a second to recognize the name.

  “As in Richard Altmann? The leader of that white supremacy cult?”

  “Yes, that’s the one,” Lana spat. Ian could understand her hatred against this group, as she was a dark-skinned woman. “The child currently in the OR with severe internal injuries is his fourteen-year-old son.”

  “You fear that someone attacked him because of who his father is?” Ian asked the officer, but to his surprise, Lana glared at him and balled her hands into fists.

  “No. It was his older brother who nearly beat him to death.”

  “What?” Blinking, Ian looked from his furious girlfriend to the officer who’d paled even more.

  “When I got out of the car, I could hear him scream, I’m going to kill you, little fag.” The officer said quietly, “He was going to kill his brother, just because he’s gay.”

  “Jesus.” This was bad. Like really bad.

  “Ian, we need to help this child. If he survives the surgery, they’re going to kill him.” Lana started to cry, and Ian just watched her for a moment, frozen in place. “You’re with the FBI. You need to do something.”

  “What about the local police?” Ian asked the young officer. “You sure that you can’t trust them?”

  “Not all of them, no. I know of a couple of cops who look the other way when it comes to the Altmanns and others from the compound. I wouldn’t trust them with the life of this child.”

  “I need to make some calls.” Ian rubbed his hand over his eyes. “Lana, can you get a status on the child?” Lana nodded and was already out of the room when Ian looked at the officer. “I need you to make a list with all the cops you think you can trust, and of those involved with Altmann. And call an officer you trust and find out what happened to the brother.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Ian called his supervisor, and the more he heard, the more he realized how right Lana had been to get him. The Altmann cult was on the FBI’s watchlist, but so far, there had been nothing to investigate further. The FBI suspected local cops of covering up for criminal acts committed by members, but there was not enough evidence to investigate. And his supervisor confirmed what Lana was afraid of. If the kid was gay, he was dead as soon as he left the hospital. Promising his supervisor an update on the situation, he ended the call and left the room to look for Lana. Ian found her in front of the double doors to the OR, talking to a doctor.

  “Any news?”

  “You must be Agent Callaghan. Nice to meet you. I’m Doctor Lewis Hayworth. I was just updating Lana.”

  “Fill me in, please.”

  “If Robert wanted to kill him, he did a pretty good job.”

  “Robert?” Ian asked, confused before his words got through to him. “Wait. Did he die?”

  “Robert Altmann, the eldest of the Altmann brothers. And no, Michael is not dead. At least not yet.”

  “It looks bad, Ian,” Lana said quietly, tears streaming down her face. “He has severe internal injuries. Bruised lungs, ruptured spleen, one ruptured kidney, bruised liver, and a severely damaged bladder. There’s internal bleeding, and both of his cochleae are broken.”

  “We’re doing all we can. We’ll have to remove the spleen and possibly one kidney. His lungs and liver will heal over time. We are repairing what we can. We won’t be able to save his hearing.”

  “Will he make it?”

  “If he’s a fighter. But it will be a long road to recovery,” the doctor said with an apologetic smile. “That’s all I can say right now.”

  “Can you give me a second? I need to inform my supervisor.” The doctor nodded, and Ian stepped away to call Adam Langley again. His supervisor listened and filled him in on what was happening in Louisville. Robert Altmann was still in the precinct, and the FBI intended to keep him there. Blinking, Ian listened and finally took a deep breath. “I’ll have to talk to the doctor about that.”

  “Do it. I’ll wait,” Adam Langley said while people were talking in the background. Half of the field office in Louisville was already on this. Ian walked back to Lana and Doctor Hayworth.

  “Doctor Hayworth, can you get him stable enough to be transported?”

  “What? You mean like…now?” The tall, dark-skinned man blinked at Ian.

  “Ideally, yes.”

  “Ian, what…” Lana asked, but Ian stopped her with a shake of his head. She kept quiet but frowned at him.

  “Can you get him stable enough to be transported? Now. For a five-hour flight.”

  “I…I don’t know.”

  “Then go and ask, please.” The doctor rushed through the doors, and Ian held up his phone again. “You think this is a good idea?”

  “I think it’s the only way to help Michael Altmann,” his supervisor said on the other end of the line. “If we do this, we need to act now.”

  It took Dr. Lewis Hayworth five minutes to return with another doctor, dressed in sterile clothes. “You must be kidding me, Agent. You want to take him on a five-hour flight?”

  “Is it possible or not?”

  “We stopped the internal bleeding, but his spleen and one kidney are severely damaged. We could stabilize him enough to give you a window of maybe seven hours before his organs will start failing. Also, it’s a huge risk.”

  “I’m aware of the risk, Doctor.” Ian took a deep breath and prayed that they made the right call. “Do it. The FBI helicopter is already on its way. We’re leaving in two hours, and the hospital is already informed. They’re waiting for us.”

  “Which hospital?” the doctor asked immediately, but Ian shook his head.

  “A good one. That’s all I can tell you.”

  “I’ll go with you,” Doctor Hayworth suddenly said, and Ian wanted to repeat his warning, but Hayworth shook his head. “No. This kid needs to live, and I’m going to make sure that he survives this flight.”

  “I’ll fly, too.”

  “Lana…”

  “I’m going, Ian.”

  “Fine.” Ian sighed and closed his eyes for a second before he looked from his girlfriend to Doctor Hayworth. “Ok, people. Time for Michael Altmann to die.”

  Chapter 1

  Henry

  “Do you want your Daddy to give you special rubbies?”

  “Yes, please, Daddy. I’ve been so good.” Adrian wiggled his ass and grinned. “I’ve been the bestest Boy ever.”

  His Daddy laughed and gently caressed his Little’s cheek. “Yeah, you were good today.”

  “Oh, please, Daddy.”

  With a sigh, I saved the document and closed the window. Today was one of those days where writing cute and mushy age play stories only made me sad. There were times I loved writing these stories. It provided a much-needed distraction that only my alter ego, Little Boy Blue, could give me. Mainly I wrote dark and twisted psychological thrillers. Researching and writing those books did not make for a happy mindset. However, writing sweet books all about age play was light and cheerful, and it balanced me.

  Lately, though, I had been feeling so jealous of my Little characters because they all got what I s
o desperately wanted. A Daddy who loved, cherished, and adored them. In my books, every Little got his perfect Daddy and a happily ever after. But for me? Nope, not going to happen. I would never find a Daddy with all my medical issues. Daddies didn’t want Little Boys with medical problems. My research showed a majority of Daddies and Boys without issues, basically a perfect Little. No matter what I searched for, I failed to find a Daddy with a broken Little like me. Perhaps someday I could write a book about a Little with medical issues. Maybe when I found my Daddy.

  Charlie, my cat, seemed to sense my sadness because he got up from his usual place on my lap and nudged my chin with his head. He was the only one in my life who didn’t notice how broken I was, and whose love was unconditional. Well, that wasn’t true. I did have my auntie, Ava, and my publisher, Owen Walker. The sad truth was, they were the only people in my life. Ok, there were three people if I counted Ava’s boyfriend, Miles.

  Woohoo, I have three people and my cat that care about me.

  It was pathetic and sad. But that was my life. An author who lived a hermit’s life tucked away in my apartment, having his groceries delivered and never going out. As if Auntie Ava read my mind, a message popped up on my computer.

  Auntie: It’s Wednesday.

  Sighing, I scratched Charlie’s head and gently tried to get him to lie down again so I could reply.

  Me: Wow, Auntie, that’s great. That means that it’s the middle of the week, and tomorrow is Thursday. Are we going to start on my colors tomorrow?

  Auntie: Don’t brat me, young man! It means that it’s Daddies and Littles night at the Rainbow Room, smartass.

  Me: I know. You’ve told me for the last 3 billion Wednesdays.

  Auntie: And you’re still at home and not going.

  Me: How’s Europe?

  Miles, Auntie’s boyfriend, had taken her for a trip through Europe, and as far as I knew, they were somewhere in Italy. They were planning on ending the tour in Paris, where Miles planned to propose, and she had no idea. Miles had told me about it when he asked for my blessing. Miles gained my most profound respect after that. Not only because he accepted Ava as the woman she was, but also because he embraced me as his family as well.