Page 45 of Daddy Enforcer
“I won!” he shouts, hopping off his ski, his grin so wide it lights up the whole damn mountain. “Told you I’d beat you, Daddy!”
I pull up beside Billie, cutting my engine, and climb off, shaking my head with a laugh.
“You got me, young man,” I say, stepping closer to ruffle his hat. “That was some serious driving. As a reward, you can do some coloring with Felix while I handle some work. Sound good?”
His eyes light up, that Little spark I love shining through.
“Yes, Daddy!” Billie trills. “Felix and I are gonna make a masterpiece!”
Billie’s practically bouncing as we head inside, and I’m struck by how easy it is to make him happy, to give him these moments of joy.
Inside the cabin, the fire’s still warm from this morning, casting a cozy glow over the living area. I load it up with fresh wood and before long it’s roaring once more.
Billie grabs his coloring books and glitter pens, sprawling on the rug with Felix propped up beside him like he’s judging his work.
I settle at the kitchen table, my laptop open, the weight of Cole’s message from this morning heavy on my mind…
Trent’s ties to the Varkov syndicate, his embezzlement—it’s bad, worse than I thought, and I need to stay ahead of it. I pull up encrypted files, analyzing flight paths out of the nearest airstrip, cross-referencing them with known Varkov activity spots.
Their underground criminal network is wide—safe houses in remote areas, private jets moving through small airports, all designed to keep their operations under the radar.
If Trent’s working with them, he could be planning to move Billie, or worse, hand him over. My gut twists at the thought, and I force myself to focus, mapping out possible extraction routes for when we leave tomorrow, or whenever Mr. G gives the signal that it’s time to bounce.
My phone buzzes, another message from Cole. I take a deep breath, focus, open the message…
COLE: Connor located Zane. He was threatened, told to quit Billie’s team and never contact him again—or risk facing serious consequences. The poor boy was scared shitless even now that he could face repercussions for talking to us. Connor’s source tied to Varkov enforcer. No direct evidence on Trent yet, but pattern suggests coercion. Digging deeper. Stay sharp.
I lean back, my fist clenching. Zane’s forced exit was no coincidence—Trent’s been isolating Billie, cutting him off from anyone who could help him, anyone who might see through his lies. I always suspected this, but now I know for sure.
The Varkov enforcer angle makes it worse… they don’t threaten lightly.
My suspicion from this morning, that Billie’s life is in real danger, feels more real than ever. Trent could be setting him up, using this “threat” as a cover to deliver him to the syndicate, maybe for a payout or to settle a debt.
I want to tell Billie, to warn him, but he’s humming happily over his coloring book, his tongue poking out as he fills in a unicorn’s mane with pink glitter. Telling him now would shatter this peace, pull him out of Littlespace, and I can’t do that to the darling boy.
Not yet.
I’ll wait for a better time, when I’ve got more from Cole, something solid to act on.
For now, I need to keep Billie safe, keep my wonderful boy smiling.
I dive back into my work, cross-checking Varkov safe houses against flight logs, but my eyes keep drifting to Billie…
He’s so damn beautiful, his focus on the coloring book as intense as it was on the snow-ski, his determination shining through even in something as simple as this.
I’m falling for the boy, hard, and it’s not just his Little side or sexual connection either. It’s his strength, his heart, the way he trusts me to be his Daddy.
I need to face facts.
I’ve never felt this before, this pull to be everything for someone, and it’s scaring the hell out of me as much as it’s making me whole.
As night falls, the cabin grows darker, the fire roaring in the hearth to keep the chill at bay.
Billie’s yawning, his glitter pens scattered, and I know it’s time to wind things down.
“Alright, Little One,” I say, closing my laptop. “Bath time. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Billie looks up, his eyes sleepy but bright.
