Page 51 of Daddy Enforcer
The cold bites at my fingers, but I work fast, my training kicking in—erase the evidence, stay invisible.
Billie follows my lead, his movements quick, his breath puffing out in little clouds.
We start hiking, the snow crunching under our boots, the town’s lights just visible through the trees.
I keep him close, my hand on his back, my Glock ready in my jacket.
The forest is quiet, but my senses are screaming, every rustle a potential threat. I’m hyper-aware of Billie beside me, his small frame bundled in his jacket, Felix clutched tight, his steps determined despite the fear I know he’s feeling.
“I’m proud of you,” I say, my voice low as we trek through the snow. “You’re handling this like a pro, Billie. Not many could stay this calm.”
I mean it—his composure under pressure is something else, the same fire that’s made him a star, that won him the ski race… even with a tiny helping hand from me.
He glances up, a small smile breaking through his worry.
“Thanks, Daddy,” he says, his voice soft but strong. “I’m just trying to keep up with you.”
Billie’s trust in me, even now, hits me hard, and I want nothing more than to pull him close, to promise him this will all be over soon.
But we’re not safe yet.
I pause, pulling him behind a thick pine, and check the feed again.
The men are inside the cabin now, tearing through it, their rifles raised.
They’re not just looking for us—they’re ready to kill.
My relief at getting out in time mixes with a fresh wave of anger at Trent, at the Varkovs, at this whole damn mess.
I shove the phone back in my pocket, my jaw tight, and turn to Billie.
“We’re almost there,” I say, my hand finding his. “Just a little further.”
Billie nods, squeezing my hand, and I pull him into a quick embrace, my lips brushing his forehead in a soft kiss.
“You’re my brave boy,” I murmur, my heart aching with how much he means to me. His warmth, his trust—it’s everything, but there’s no time for more. We need to move.
We hike on, the snow deep but manageable, the town’s edge growing closer with every step. My mind’s racing, planning our next move—get the car, link up with the Guards at the next safe spot, get Cole and Connor’s latest intel.
The danger’s real now, those armed men proof that Trent’s game is deadly, and I’m not letting Billie out of my sight.
As the first buildings of the town come into view, I know we’re close to safety, but the darkness I sensed last night is still out there, waiting.
One thing I know for sure though…
I’ll be ready when it comes.
The town comes fully into view, its sleepy streets a stark contrast to the adrenaline pumping through me.
I lead Billie to a used car lot on the edge of town, keeping his hat low, his collar up. The dealer’s a gruff guy, uninterested in questions, and I haggle for a nondescript sedan—cash transfer, no paperwork, perfect for staying off the grid.
Billie’s quiet, his hand gripping mine, and I can feel his trust, his bravery, even as the weight of what’s coming presses down on us both.
As we climb into the sedan, I glance at Billie, his eyes wide but steady, Felix on his lap.
“You did good, Little One,” I say, my voice low. “We’re gonna be okay.”
But inside, I’m on edge.
