Page 56 of Daddy Enforcer
The boy pouts, stomping his foot, his sass flaring even in the middle of the forest.
“But Daddy, I’m not some helpless kid! I can help!” Billie protests once more, his eyes are bright, his determination shining through.
Connor steps in, his voice calm but warm.
“Hey, Billie, how about you hang out with Luke and Richie instead?” Connor smiles. “Our boys, our Littles. They’re at the safe house in the city. Real nice place too. And they’d love to meet you. Coloring, stuffies, the whole deal.”
Connor gives Billie a small smile, and I’m grateful for his quick thinking, diffusing his frustration.
Billie’s pout fades, his eyes lighting up at the mention of other Littles.
“Really? That sounds… so cool!” Billie says, his voice bubbling with excitement. “Can I, Daddy? Meet them, I mean?”
Billie looks up at me, his fear replaced by that Little spark I love, and I nod, my chest loosening.
“Absolutely,” I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Once we’re done here, you’ll have a blast with them. Promise.”
Billie’s grin is like sunlight breaking through the forest canopy, and I feel a surge of protectiveness, a need to make sure he gets that moment, that joy.
I turn to Cole and Connor, my voice low.
“Let’s move. Get him to the safe house, then we plan the hit.” But as we start walking, Billie’s hand in mine, I look at him, his wooly hat bobbing, Felix tucked inside his jacket, and I make a silent vow. “Billie,” I say, stopping him for a moment, my voice steady. “I’m going to make sure Trent and the Varkov threat are gone forever. You’ll be safe, I swear it.”
He nods, his eyes trusting, and I pull him close, kissing his forehead, my heart heavy with what I don’t say…
This mission—taking out Trent and Varkov generals—it’s high-risk, even for Guards like us. I’ve faced death before, in the desert, in back alleys, in missions I thought I wouldn’t walk away from.
But this feels different.
If this is my last act, if I don’t make it out, I’ll die happy knowing my darling boy is safe, that he’ll have that normal life he dreamed about in the car with his mom nearby, with other Littles to make him smile.
It’s a thought that both breaks me and fuels me, and I hold Billie a little tighter before we move on, deeper into the forest, toward whatever’s waiting.
The chopper’s blades slow to a whine as Connor sets us down on a rooftop helipad, the city sprawling below us in a maze of lights and steel.
It’s all a far cry from my recent experiences with mountain cabins, snow, and blizzard conditions, that’s for sure.
Billie’s beside me, his hand still in mine, Felix tucked inside his jacket, his eyes wide as he takes in the urban jungle after days in the snowy wilderness.
Cole and Connor climb out, their gear slung over their shoulders, and I help Billie down, his wooly hat slipping as he steps onto the concrete.
The penthouse safe house is a sleek, modern fortress, all glass and steel, perched high above the city—a perfect spot to lie low.
We move inside, the air warm and smelling faintly of coffee, and I’m hit with a wave of relief.
We’re safe, for now, but the mission’s far from over.
Billie’s greeted by a burst of giggles as Luke and Richie, Cole and Connor’s Littles, rush forward, their faces bright with excitement.
“You’re Billie!” Luke squeals, bouncing over, a stuffie under his arm and a winning smile on his face. “Oh my gosh, we love your songs!”
Richie, quieter but just as eager, holds out a pile of clothes—leggings, a soft sweater, a sparkly scarf.
“We’ve got some spares for you to change into,” Richie says. “Come on, let’s get you comfy!”
Billie’s eyes light up, his fear from the forest melting away as he grins.
“You guys are awesome!” Billie says, his voice bubbling with that pop star charm.
