Page 23 of Stalker Daddy

I can positively say this is the threat that’s been following my Fia for a long time.It’s time to put an end to it, and I calmly unload my gun in the direction of the figure.

The echoing bangs and the flashes of burnt orange from the barrel of my gun crackle in the darkness.I didn’t leave the army without retaining skills, and long-distance shooting happens to be a lucky skill that my body remembers.

It’s another thing Fia and I have in common.We both rely on muscle memories and use our brains to perfect something without worrying about our extremities.

A sadistic grin spreads on my face when their movements stagger to the right after I hit them.While I would like to get rid of them at this moment to prevent future incidents where they become bolder and actually harm Fia, the predatory side of me wins.

I let the prey hobble off to their wound while I return to the brightly lit cabin.I close the door, change the passcode on the security system attached to the wall, and set my gun on the table.

I have to find Fia, and with adrenaline trickling through me, it’s another predator and prey situation where I am eager to get my hands on my prize.She will be glad to see me unharmed, and we would return to be until morning.

Having her in my arms has been a blessing, and she makes me feel too comfortable in a bed that I only consider decent, but she makes everything better.

I check every room, and she isn't there.There was no sign that she had even tried these rooms, and then I see the ajar door to the basement.

Fuck.

I swiftly skip a couple of steps and land at the bottom; it’s dark and cold with freshly coated wood.This space is not regulated by air too much, but I hardly use this for anything other than storage.

There is only one room for me to check because it’s the only place she could have gone to hide.My lies and excuses are at the tip of my tongue to brush what she had seen to the side as if it’s not a big deal.

I have good intentions for the information hanging on the walls of the basement, and it is for research purposes.

I don’t have to look at the door to know that’s open, and when I glance down, Fia is lying there unconscious.I drop to my knees and pick her up, she’s out cold and breathing evenly.

It’s one good thing that came out of this room.I pick her up and sigh with a shake of my head.My Fia doesn’t have to look for trouble when she already has enough on her plate, but now she’s seen what I have been hiding.

On day one, I had warned her to not go into the room upstairs, and she did go inside, but I was one step ahead of her to move everything down here.

I glance around.The information and pictures were pinned to the wall with a map that color-coordinated all the incidents that she had with her stalker.After months of gathering information, I finally narrowed it down to places within a certain city’s ten-mile radius, and it’s only on the weekends.

They could be working a weekday job, and the only time they could terrorize Fia is on their days off.I have seen a pattern where they are active on their weekends.Every weekend, like clockwork, something would happen to Fia.

If I can’t track the movements of that bastard, then I will track Fia’s day down to the second and everyone she had come in contact with.

“My darling Fia, you silly girl.You weren’t supposed to see this.”I set her down at the table and begin to snatch down the papers pinned to the wall.

I’m careful to remove everything and put them into boxes.I have every piece of intel memorized, and I can recall when and where something happened.It’s predictable that something is to happen next week on the day of the performance because I figure that they won’t pass up the chance to bring more terror to Fia.

After cleaning up, I push the boxes behind other boxes that have useless things that I need to throw away, but I never got the chance, so I just leave them here.

I might need it one day.

Picking her up into my arms, I secure her with one arm to close the door behind me.She’s still sleeping, and she was so shocked to find detailed surveillance on her that she just fainted.I’ll have to teach her how to deal with high-tension circumstances when I’m not there to coddle her.

I balance her on one arm and fingers holding my car keys while the other is hauling the suitcase with her violin attached on top out the door.

We aren’t safe here anymore, and I want to get her out of here before the crazy bastard wants a rematch.I successfully bring her to my car and finesse her body into the passenger seat.I shove the suitcase in the trunk before hopping into the driver’s side.

I let the car purr to start the engine and shine the headlights into the dirt road.Fia moans in her sleep, her lashes fluttering in an attempt to wake up.

Digging into the center console compartment, I fish out an unopened sleeping pill.I take the water bottle from the cup holder, crack open the cap and let the freshwater meet the white pill.It sizzles, melts, and blends with the colorless liquid.

I turn her head with one hand and the other holding the bottle.“Darling, open your mouth.”

Her eyes open, and groggy confusion clouds her pretty eyes, but her natural desire to please Daddy peaks through as she obediently takes the water that I provide.

Remorseless and unequivocally guiltless about breaching her trust, I let her take the laced water slowly.

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