Page 17 of Stalker Daddy

“I’m scared.”Her whimper causes her small body to tremble in my arm.“He’s here.He found me, and I—”

I shush her with a kiss on the top of her head.“I’m here, darling.I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Chapter Five

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Fia

It was a rough night of sleep, considering what had happened last night.Vito had checked out the diagnosis on the security system that he had, and he found that there was no damage to it.

Ninety percent of me knows for a fact that it’s the stalker.I just knew it because he has been a persistent presence that scared me for years, but the police couldn’t do anything about it because he hasn’t done anything to hurt me other than send letters.

The time that he had tried to break into my home was the first time the police took it seriously, but then it just died off because they had more urgent cases that needed their attention.

I had consulted with Cyrus about having more security, and he agreed with me, but at this point, the stalker could be anyone, so we couldn’t take that risk either.

He suggested Vito as my other bodyguard, but then he thought about it since Vito tends to disappear a lot because of his work.I heard something about a mix between private investigators and government contracts.

I could be wrong, and they could just be rumors circling around.Honestly, I don’t even know what he does for a living.

After last night, I have been stuck to Vito’s side for the rest of the day.I know I’m safe in the cabin, but the thought of the stalker tracking me down to this remote cabin throws another set of problems at me.

Whether it’s a ridiculous notion or not, I’m starting to think that I have a tracking device under my skin.It would make sense as to how he’s been able to track me down, and I do monthly check-ups with my regular doctor.

Could it be him?

He would have access to me and my updated emergency contacts.He could pretend to give me a flu shot and plant the tracking device in me.

I sound paranoid and crazy, but I’m out of options, and I just want answers.

“Darling girl, you are overthinking it.”

I sniffle, putting down the violin from my shoulder.Vito looks through the sheets of paper, eyes scanning the notes with interest as the grayness darkens.His lips downturn with a frown, his hand flipping through the papers.

“Right here,” he says as he picks up the paper to show it to me.“This note should be a pitch higher.”

I read where he’s pointing, and shock fills my body.Pandora’s Star is a complex piece with notes that can be confusing if it’s not being played under strict supervision.I have an amazing music teacher to help me with this piece, but given the circumstances, she had tried to be accommodating.

We have gotten down many of the complicated notes that sound too similar, but it only takes one great pair of ears to tell the difference.I want to be able to get this piece to flow with the main symphony that’s called Thirteen’s Rhythm.

This upcoming performance is dedicated to my teacher for being there for me.It was my first song, and I wish to show her my gratitude by letting her know how far I have come with her patience.

“I didn’t know you know music,” I mumble offhandedly.

I can’t imagine Vito with a violin because the image is too funny, and I think his hands would swallow the instrument.

“I don’t,” he comments before pointing out another note that I had missed.“I learned from you by listening to every piece you have performed and practiced.”

I blush at his dedication, but I don’t know why he would do that.

He seems to read my mind.“It’s to understand you better.”

“You don’t have to.”I duck my head, holding the violin in my arms with red cheeks.

“I want to be able to understand you better than anyone, and I can do that better when I begin to love what you love.”

I snap my head up to watch the gray in his eyes become lighter through the changes in the sunlight behind the clouds.

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