Page 52 of Daddy Enforcer
We’re out of the forest, but we sure ain’t out of the fire just yet…
Chapter 21
Billie
I’m curled up in the passenger seat of the sedan, the engine’s low hum vibrating through me as we speed away from the town, the snow-covered forest fading into a blur behind us.
Felix is in my lap, his soft, plush fur a lifeline under my fingertips as I stroke him, trying to keep my heart from racing out of my chest.
Those men with guns on Max’s phone, tearing through the cabin we were in just hours ago… it’s all so real now, the danger, the threat, and it’sterrifying.
But Max’s right here, his strong Daddy hands steady on the wheel, his jaw set but calm, his presence like a shield against the fear clawing at me.
I glance at him, his sharp profile lit by the pale morning light filtering through the windshield, and I feel a little safer, like no matter what’s chasing us, he’ll keep me safe.
I have to believe in Max.
He’s my protector.
He’s my Daddy.
For a moment, I let my mind wander, pretending we’re just a normal couple in a normal car, driving to some ordinary errand—maybe picking up groceries for a cozy dinner or heading to a farmer’s market to bicker over which apples are best.
I picture Max in a flannel shirt instead of his tactical jacket, me in shorts and t-shirt instead of this bulky sweater, Felix snoozing in the backseat in a little bed.
No pop star life, no bad guys, no guns.
Just us, laughing over silly things, planning a quiet night in.
The thought warms my chest, a happy ache that’s so far from our reality it almost hurts. I’ve spent years as Billie B, always on, always performing, with Trent controlling every move.
The spotlight’s been my world since I was a kid, but it’s lonely, so freakin’ lonely. But with Max, I’m just Billie, his Little, free to be me. I want that normal life so bad, to trade stadiums for a porch swing, to swap tour buses for this beat-up sedan with him by my side.
Sigh.
Could I ever…
Would it even be possible?
“Daddy,” I say, my voice soft, almost swallowed by the engine’s hum. “When this is all over, do you think we could ever have a normal life together? Like, arealone? I mean, I’m a celebrity, and you’re a Guard. It feels… impossible.”
My fingers pause on Felix, my heart thudding with the weight of the question, the fear that this—us—might slip away when the danger’s gone.
Max glances at me, his ocean-blue eyes softening, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“With love, anything’s possible, Little One,” Max says, his voice warm and steady, like he’s promising me the stars. “We’ll find a way to make it work, you and me. Normal or not, we’ll build something real.”
I can’t help it—I giggle, the seriousness of the moment breaking under his words.
“Oh my gosh, you’re such a corny Daddy!” I tease, poking his arm, Felix bouncing in my lap as I laugh. “What’s next, quoting rom-coms?”
My Daddy’s laugh rumbles out, deep and genuine, and it’s like the car fills with light, the fear pushed back for a second.
“Corny,huh?” he says, grinning as he reaches over to squeeze my hand, his thumb brushing my knuckles. “You love it, don’t pretend. And I mean it—we’re not letting your fame or my job stop us. We’ll figure it out.”
I grin, my heart fluttering at his words.
“Okay, Corny Daddy,” I say, sticking out my tongue. “But you better keep up with me in that normal life. I’m gonna need a lot of glitter pens.”
