Page 22 of Stalker Daddy

It is possible but improbable.

I believe it is time to use some of the favors that were owed to me.Soon, I will have what I need to find the threat and destroy it.

“Can we do that again?”she asks shyly, pretty eyes meekly casting down to my chest.

I chuckle; the vibration sends a new wash of red to her cheeks.“Look at me, darling.”

She gazes at me, the unconditional love swirling so beautifully that I’d hate to look away, but her lips are a weakness that I can’t ignore.

“You don’t have to ask to kiss Daddy.I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

Fia takes my words as permission, she gets on her toes and leans forward to plant her lips on mine with comical inexperience.Her enthusiasm makes up for it, and I find anything she does is endearing.

Good things don’t last that long.I could see the subtle shift in her mood, and it’s predictable to see the fear flashing in her eyes when all the incidents combined come rushing back to her.

To be able to cause this much damage to her, I would hazard a guess that she’s been hiding how she feels from everyone.I didn’t have access to her every day because I had to do my own research on the threat imposed on her, but I knew that Cyrus would guard her with his own life.

I promised myself that I would bury him and his wife alive under cement if a hair on her is moved.They don’t know that, and they lived their lives ignorantly.I consider them lucky because it was Fia’s idea to let Cyrus be with his wife and left her unsupervised with her useless manager.

A lot of things could have changed about the intentional car incident, but it was that event that put her on a path deeper into my life.

It’s not how I had planned to make it happen, but it’s all good in my favor.

“Daddy, I—”

A shadow darts across the window that had the curtains drawn.I narrow my eyes and slam Fia into my chest, and I focus on my surroundings with keen attention.She senses what is wrong and wisely falls into dead silence.

The shadow makes another appearance at the same window again, and this time, it stays, and its shape is unidentifiable.It can’t tell me whether they’re a man or a woman and their physical size.

It would help me narrow down my list of suspects when I gather the list but now is a chance to do that.I know they aren’t in the cabin because I had altered the sensors around the cabin to ensure a loud alarm if any window or door is opened that isn't from the front door and punched code.

“Go hide, darling,” I hiss under my breath as the shadow lingers.

The audacity of the bastard to cockily tilt their head and stay to increase the risk of getting caught.Bold and foolish.I don’t care if they’re not scared or if they have too much confidence, but I am going to amplify their pain once I have them.

“Daddy, please don’t.”Fia trembles uncontrollably in my arms, tears streaming down her face.

I kiss the top of her head.“Now, darling.Don’t come out untilIfind you.”

She hesitantly nods and darts down the rooms.Her small feet slap the ground with little noises.I snap my gun out from the drawer near me, and I am glad to prepare myself with a supply of accessible guns around the cabin.

I keep an eye on the shadow, and it slips away.I burst out the front door and search the area with steady approaches.If this intruder is able to evade my efforts for this long, then I shouldn’t underestimate them.

Another thought occurs to me when I think about why they only appear and yet never show their faces.Celebrity crazies want their idols to know their faces, and they want to make an everlasting impression on them, whether it’s positive or negative.

I have a brash idea.

They are a coward.They use the dark to their advantage because they know they can’t beat me, and they resort to juvenile pranks to scare my darling.

They could be hired to scare Fia by a rival, or they would be one of the dangerous types of delusional fans.

When I search the surrounding of my cabin, I don’t see anyone, but I do notice the shoe prints on the ground.The light from the cabin shows me a path that leads from the dense tree lines to the cabin and back to the darkness.

A snap of a twist pulls my gaze from the ground to the eerier trees.I focus on a specific spot in the darkness and figure out the structures of the tree trunks.The moon provides very little visual, but it’s enough for me to distinguish different shades and different shapes.

I see them.They’re next to a tree, and when I raise my gun, the figure spins around and sprints off, but not before I saw a glimpse of reflective glare.

They are night-vision goggles.I click my tongue at their sly and rather weak adaptation skills to these terrains.A native or someone living here for a long time would know how to operate in absolute blackness, but this person is clearly not from around here.

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