Page 19 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
Tension drenches the room. I can’t be the only one of us who has steered onto this dark path. Not with the way the three of us are standing here like we have any right to watch her this way.
Maybe we don’t.
Maybe I don’t care. I’ll plant a bug on her myself if I have to.
Maybe I’m a perverted old man because the mere thought of putting a camera in her bag and having it follow her home, having her change in front of it, getting to see glimpses of her that are private…only for me…unfiltered by her bratty persona…
Fuck.
My body heats, and my cock twitches.
I suck in a slow breath.
I need to think about this rationally. To remember the kind of trouble she’s going to get herself into without adding my wanton desires to the mix.
The little minx is going to go sneaking around the office, putting hooks into people she shouldn’t. She’s going to dig where it isn’t safe.
Information is one of the deadliest forms of currency. The only way to keep someone from spreading it is to kill them.
Everything inside of me grows cold at the idea of Harper getting herself killed because she can’t let her father’s death go. Not that I can blame her.
But it isn’t her job to figure it out. It’s ours.
“I want eyes on her when all her devices are off. What are my options? Because if she’s going to sneak, she’s not going to be dumb about it.”
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Yes. We should put more surveillance on her. Ones that don’t have me breaking into government cameras and leaving a trace behind. Not that I don’t cover my tracks well, but not doing something is the best way to not get caught.
More access to the comings and goings inside of her house rather than spying through external means—and the occasional hack into her laptop when she’s on it—would ease some of the incessant paranoia when it comes to Harper.
At least she’s not spending her nights at that soft boy’s apartment anymore. Her ex boyfriend, Conrad Baker, would not protect her over his own ass if anything happened.
Their breakup had me lifting my flask in a toast to better things for her. They didn’t fit anyway. And the security cameras in his building were a joke. The boy didn’t even know enough to close his curtains at night.
I had a perfect view of his bedroom whenever they were together.
“I have another way to get inside of her home—her bedroom—but she might discover a bug on her actual person.” And then what?
She’d know it was us. Whereas I don’t care, and I can get away with not caring, but the others wouldn’t be so lucky.
“How?” Trent nearly barks. If I were to look, I’m sure his arms would be crossed over his chest, that telltale scowl on his face he loves to use on new recruits. I don’t bother to look.
Harper is standing, ready to disembark from the train. I type out a few shortcuts, and our view shifts, following her into the platform, through the throngs of people, and out to the street. I hop cameras again, well versed in her journey home from this particular station that it’s second nature to tap into them.
“It should be easy enough to convince Samantha to let me upgrade her security, especially with Harper on our team now.”
A grunt affirms my assessment. Samantha isn’t home often enough to notice the differences, but that plays in my favor of having her only child better secured. A driven woman or not, she loves her daughter. She’ll let me in to keep Harper safe.
Or safer.
There’s no way to protect her completely, even though I watch her enough to bring that percentage down significantly.
“Do it,” Grant says, and it’s all the permission I need.
Once Harper has made it home safe, Grant and Trent peel off to do their own thing, but I can’t let go of her yet.
