Page 15 of My Best Friend's Dad

A few minutes later, Logan’s voice came back on the line. “Alright, I’m looking at the footage. Whoever this is, they’re good. Really good. They knew exactly where your cameras were and how to avoid them.”

“Can you enhance the footage? Get a clearer look at their face?” I asked, leaning forward in my chair.

“I can try. Hold on.” I heard the clicking of keys and the hum of a computer in the background. “Okay, I’ve enhanced the image as much as I can. It’s still grainy, but I can make out some details.”

“Any distinguishing features?”

Logan zoomed in on the footage. “They’re about six feet tall, athletic build. From the way they move, I’d say they have some training—military or law enforcement, maybe. They’re not just some random thug.”

I frowned, processing this new information.

“Anything else?” I pressed.

“I’m running the footage through some additional filters,” Logan said. “But it’s going to take some time. I’ll call you as soon as I have something concrete.”

“Thanks, Logan. I appreciate it.”

“No problem, Vincenzo. Just be careful. If they knew your security, they might know more than we think.”

“I will,” I assured him. “Talk soon.” I ended the call.

Whoever this intruder was, they were skilled and well informed. It wasn’t just a random break-in; it was targeted. And that meant whoever was behind it had a specific reason for coming after me.

I glanced back at the monitor, the enhanced footage still playing. My gut told me this was only the beginning. I had to stay one step ahead, protect my family, and uncover who was behind this before it was too late.

I rubbed my temples, trying to dispel the headache forming at the base of my skull. Jenna’s discovery had thrown a wrench into everything.

What was I going to do about her?

She had seen too much, and while I believed her when she said she wouldn’t tell anyone, it was a risk I couldn’t afford to take.

Just as I was pondering my next move, my phone pinged. I pulled it out and opened the camera app, expecting another perimeter update. Instead, my heart skipped a beat when I saw live footage of Jenna inside the armory room.

Her hand was down her shorts.

What the fuck? Was she thinking about me? I hadn’t meant to threaten to spank her, but my palm itched to do exactly that, especially after seeing what she was doing right now.

I swallowed hard, my gaze transfixed on her for what seemed like an eternity.

The gentle light in the room highlighted her delicate features. She was wearing a pair of hot pink jogging shorts and a fitted black t-shirt, simple yet accentuating her youthful frame. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, slightly tousled from earlier.

She tossed her head back with a moan that sent a surge of arousal straight to my dick.

I zoomed in, unable to tear my eyes away. There was an innocence about her, a vulnerability that tugged at something deep within me. She was incredibly beautiful, her features a subtle blend of youth and blossoming womanhood. Her hazel eyes, filled with lust, darted around the room.

Was she worried about getting caught? Did she want me to catch her? Did I want to too?

My phone pinged again, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was a message from Damon. “Perimeter secure. Men in position. Isabella is safe.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and swiped his message off my screen. My gaze remained fixed on the screen, on Jenna.

Now what the fuck was I going to do?

She was young and inexperienced, yet there was something breathtaking about her. The way she carried herself, the subtle confidence mingled with her curiosity—it was intoxicating.

It made me want her even when Ishouldn’t.

A wave of protectiveness surged through me. She didn’t belong in my world. She deserved better—better than the risks, the fear, the constant threat of violence. She deserved a life free from the shadows that darkened my own.

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