Page 4 of Secret Enemy Protector

I won't mind leaving the car and giving him a piece of my mind.

It really tempts me to punch him in the face and break his nose, but for Skylar, I won't.

It takes me only one look at the little child to put the car into gear and press down on the gas pedal, throttling us forward.

As we pull out of the company gates, it seems Thomas has very little to do with his time today because he decides to follow us.

Today isn't the first time this has happened. Hell, that was why we decided to stop following Burton altogether. Thomas will do anything to see his child in some sick, psychopathic game of possession just to mess with the mother's head.

"Skylar, we're about to go fast to the left and right. Are you ready?" I ask her as I begin to increase my speed.

Thomas does too.

She looks at me, her eyes wild, more with excitement than fear, and she nods, gripping the door in preparation. This isn't her first time in this kind of situation, and as long as she hasn't been exposed to the real danger, she has enjoyed every single one of them.

The little fun lover screams in excitement as I hit the first turn into an alleyway. Yeah, speed limits don't matter, and we tear through as fast as I can in order to lose Thomas.

My heartbeat accelerates as I look into the rearview mirror to see the SUV slide in with as much precision as I did.

All this could have been avoided if Rebecca had just gotten a restraining order.

I advised her about this a couple of weeks ago when he chased us down with Rebecca in the car, even catching up to us.

Thomas was only able to do nothing because I was there, with a loaded gun I would have loved to empty into his head. However, Rebecca is stubborn, and didn't get the restraining order.

I'm not sure about her motives for this, but I don't care enough to ask her.

“Alright, baby girl, we’re going to have to trust the pedal. Are you ready?” My hands grip the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turn white.

For Skylar, it's her face that turns white as she comes to terms with the reality that we are going way too fast for comfort. It will all be over soon, though.

We are turning into main traffic, and no one can apply too much speed on a packed motorway. Hence, he's not going to get away with it even if he tries.

I'm tempted to close my eyes as I reach the end of the alleyway, just for extra luck, but there's a child with me in the car; luck is the last thing I need.

Very carefully, right in the nick of time, I apply the brakes and swerve into the main traffic before immediately applying acceleration not too much, but enough to put major distance between our car and the alleyway.

That is reckless endangerment.

If only her mom had listened.

It’s a relief to me, however, that I turn back to see no black Buick behind us. I heave a heavy sigh. Thomas probably decided it wasn't worth it and stopped in the alleyway.

“It's okay, sweetheart.” I stretch my right hand to give her a head rub. “You’re alright…”

She doesn't seem as shaken as me, probably just relieved that we've stopped going too fast. I would have had to deal with her disgruntled father.

Knowing the kind of demon, he is, he would want nothing but to emotionally coax the girl into believing that she was the cause of her parents' split.

And I would be able to do nothing as long as he doesn’t touch her. That’s something I can’t bear.

We make the rest of the easy ride to school, and I make sure she’s settled into class before leaving.

“I don’t care who comes to pick her up. If it's not me, do not hand her over,” I issued a warning to the receptionist in charge.

I make sure to tell her every day I come here just so that we’re clear. Even if it's Rebecca, as the official responsible for her safety, I should know when she's picked up.

Later in the day, I came to pick her up without any hitches, as it had always been. We head home, avoiding every route that Thomas might think to use, even though he's probably still at work.

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