Stalker Daddy: Villain Daddies

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

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Vito

“Did you pack everything, darling?” I ask from the kitchen.

The sun had fallen on the horizontal line, and the cabin is illuminated by the yellow fluorescent lights that I had kept on to ease her nerves.

She couldn’t keep down dinner; her appetite had been ruined by the scare, the emotional turmoil becoming an undesirable product of fear, and the fact that someone had come into the room while I was surveying the basement section of the cabin.

I had to make sure that everything I had moved into the basement from that one room was undisturbed. Fia doesn’t know there is another level below us, and I don’t plan on her finding out, and she wouldn’t because we would be returning to the city in the morning.

“Yeah, it’s all done.” She groans and wraps her arms around my waist.

Her sweet scent from the shampoo comes out of her hair, and the softness is everything I dream of as I bury my nose at the top of her head. Fia places a kiss on my chest, and the shirt absorbs the heat of her lips, but the gesture is more than welcomed.

While it is after dinner and we both have showered, it’s not close to the time to retire for the night yet. Fia and I are not tired despite the eventful days that didn’t let us have a good night of sleep.

Whatever it is that’s happening, it seems to be more active at nighttime save for this afternoon. My cabin isn’t safe anymore, and I do not plan on leaving her side tonight, especially because Fia had been so traumatized by the intruder.

The invasion of privacy and being watched while she slept hurt her more in her paranoia than physically, but I can’t rule out a delayed bodily response to fight the terror that caused havoc on her delicate body.

I had burned the Polaroid to not remind her of the incident for as long as I can, but her mind doesn’t let her rest because she was out of it for the whole day.

I regret not bringing more entertainment to distract her, but I am not a man to admit defeat.

Cradling her cool cheeks, I warm them with gentle strokes of my thumb and bring a flushed color to them effortlessly. She smiles appreciatively, and the love in her eyes shines brighter than the stars to flickers in the black sky.

Brushing her bottom lip with a finger and drawing her attention to what I want, she stays still and welcoming as her light breath fans over my thumb. Her big, doe-eyes flutter expectantly and wait, and she tightens her tiny fingers on my shirt.

She tips her back, and the vulnerable column of her smooth neck calls for my teeth, a curse that aches and is desperate to mark her for everybody to see my ownership of her.

I lean forward, lips inches apart, and her minty breath teases over my mine. I want to devour her, and it has been a constant nightmarish dream that plagues me with a demand to cut her wings of freedom off her back.

She doesn’t need them. She doesn’t need the ability to fly away from me, and I never had the intention of simply backing away and watching her take steps into a world that I don’t exist in.

I’m selfish, and I am a monster. I want to blame her constant distance from me on her love for her violin. I can’t. She would hate me for stealing away her talent in music, so I would rather sacrifice my desire for solitude and violent tendencies for her happiness.

I’m not unsympathetic, but I am greedy. Sometimes greed and sin tip the balance too much that I get swallowed up by it. These small inclinations for psychopathic behaviors will scare her if she catches on, but ill-speaking would let the sadist in me call her foolish.

She is, and I’m not denying that, but I prefer to call it pure naivety. It’s more forgiving than calling her stupid. I would never insult my darling because that would be insulting myself. It would be awfully ludicrous for me to love a woman who I consider useless.

My Fia is a brilliant woman with a raw talent in music that the world won’t be seeing for another fifty years. The way she conducts her pieces is emotional, moving, and almost sealing a fragment of her into every note that audiences listen to.

“Please, Daddy.” Her whisper is adoring, and I couldn’t say no to her.

Pressing our lips together, I nearly growl through the cage of my ribs. It’s soft, willing, and so sweet that my blood roars in my ears. I swallow her mewling noise, the shuddering breaths of her struggle to catch up are futile.

She pulls back with pants, eyes unfocused, and cheeks reddening lovingly. “Did I do good?”

Her innocent question is waving an electric industrial fan to the bonfire in my heart. It’s not helping me stay calm and not rut her down on the sofa. She deserves a bed under her delicate body, not dry friction on the coarsely textured furniture.

“Yes, darling girl. You did well.”

While lust clouds my brain, I still have a few functioning thoughts in my head. I have to deal with that active threat that’s been fucking around with my darling’s health, and that is a transgression that I cannot forgive.

This means that I cannot indulge in the pleasure she’s more than willing to give me. I have to be on alert until we find a more secure location. Once I get between her legs with my tongue or my cock, I won’t care about anything else.

The choice to go off the grid had been a marvelous idea at first because the people who know about this place can be fitted into one hand. Since the threat followed us here, I can deduce that someone has access to my personal information.

I know we weren’t followed, and there was nothing on us to contain tracking devices. As a law-abiding citizen, I do file my information accordingly to avoid unnecessary trouble so I can focus on my darling girl.

At the top of my head, I can think of some agencies that could have access to my file this quickly because we left on the same day that she had the accident.

This doesn’t rule out that the dangerous person already had the information about my cabin and used the process of elimination to find this place.

It is possible but improbable.

I believe it is time to use some of the favors that were owed to me. Soon, I will have what I need to find the threat and destroy it.

“Can we do that again?” she asks shyly, pretty eyes meekly casting down to my chest.

I chuckle; the vibration sends a new wash of red to her cheeks. “Look at me, darling.”

She gazes at me, the unconditional love swirling so beautifully that I’d hate to look away, but her lips are a weakness that I can’t ignore.

“You don’t have to ask to kiss Daddy. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

Fia takes my words as permission, she gets on her toes and leans forward to plant her lips on mine with comical inexperience. Her enthusiasm makes up for it, and I find anything she does is endearing.

Good things don’t last that long. I could see the subtle shift in her mood, and it’s predictable to see the fear flashing in her eyes when all the incidents combined come rushing back to her.

To be able to cause this much damage to her, I would hazard a guess that she’s been hiding how she feels from everyone. I didn’t have access to her every day because I had to do my own research on the threat imposed on her, but I knew that Cyrus would guard her with his own life.

I promised myself that I would bury him and his wife alive under cement if a hair on her is moved. They don’t know that, and they lived their lives ignorantly. I consider them lucky because it was Fia’s idea to let Cyrus be with his wife and left her unsupervised with her useless manager.

A lot of things could have changed about the intentional car incident, but it was that event that put her on a path deeper into my life.

It’s not how I had planned to make it happen, but it’s all good in my favor.

“Daddy, I—”

A shadow darts across the window that had the curtains drawn. I narrow my eyes and slam Fia into my chest, and I focus on my surroundings with keen attention. She senses what is wrong and wisely falls into dead silence.

The shadow makes another appearance at the same window again, and this time, it stays, and its shape is unidentifiable. It can’t tell me whether they’re a man or a woman and their physical size.

It would help me narrow down my list of suspects when I gather the list but now is a chance to do that. I know they aren’t in the cabin because I had altered the sensors around the cabin to ensure a loud alarm if any window or door is opened that isn”t from the front door and punched code.

“Go hide, darling,” I hiss under my breath as the shadow lingers.

The audacity of the bastard to cockily tilt their head and stay to increase the risk of getting caught. Bold and foolish. I don’t care if they’re not scared or if they have too much confidence, but I am going to amplify their pain once I have them.

“Daddy, please don’t.” Fia trembles uncontrollably in my arms, tears streaming down her face.

I kiss the top of her head. “Now, darling. Don’t come out until I find you.”

She hesitantly nods and darts down the rooms. Her small feet slap the ground with little noises. I snap my gun out from the drawer near me, and I am glad to prepare myself with a supply of accessible guns around the cabin.

I keep an eye on the shadow, and it slips away. I burst out the front door and search the area with steady approaches. If this intruder is able to evade my efforts for this long, then I shouldn’t underestimate them.

Another thought occurs to me when I think about why they only appear and yet never show their faces. Celebrity crazies want their idols to know their faces, and they want to make an everlasting impression on them, whether it’s positive or negative.

I have a brash idea.

They are a coward. They use the dark to their advantage because they know they can’t beat me, and they resort to juvenile pranks to scare my darling.

They could be hired to scare Fia by a rival, or they would be one of the dangerous types of delusional fans.

When I search the surrounding of my cabin, I don’t see anyone, but I do notice the shoe prints on the ground. The light from the cabin shows me a path that leads from the dense tree lines to the cabin and back to the darkness.

A snap of a twist pulls my gaze from the ground to the eerier trees. I focus on a specific spot in the darkness and figure out the structures of the tree trunks. The moon provides very little visual, but it’s enough for me to distinguish different shades and different shapes.

I see them. They’re next to a tree, and when I raise my gun, the figure spins around and sprints off, but not before I saw a glimpse of reflective glare.

They are night-vision goggles. I click my tongue at their sly and rather weak adaptation skills to these terrains. A native or someone living here for a long time would know how to operate in absolute blackness, but this person is clearly not from around here.

I can positively say this is the threat that’s been following my Fia for a long time. It’s time to put an end to it, and I calmly unload my gun in the direction of the figure.

The echoing bangs and the flashes of burnt orange from the barrel of my gun crackle in the darkness. I didn’t leave the army without retaining skills, and long-distance shooting happens to be a lucky skill that my body remembers.

It’s another thing Fia and I have in common. We both rely on muscle memories and use our brains to perfect something without worrying about our extremities.

A sadistic grin spreads on my face when their movements stagger to the right after I hit them. While I would like to get rid of them at this moment to prevent future incidents where they become bolder and actually harm Fia, the predatory side of me wins.

I let the prey hobble off to their wound while I return to the brightly lit cabin. I close the door, change the passcode on the security system attached to the wall, and set my gun on the table.

I have to find Fia, and with adrenaline trickling through me, it’s another predator and prey situation where I am eager to get my hands on my prize. She will be glad to see me unharmed, and we would return to be until morning.

Having her in my arms has been a blessing, and she makes me feel too comfortable in a bed that I only consider decent, but she makes everything better.

I check every room, and she isn”t there. There was no sign that she had even tried these rooms, and then I see the ajar door to the basement.

Fuck.

I swiftly skip a couple of steps and land at the bottom; it’s dark and cold with freshly coated wood. This space is not regulated by air too much, but I hardly use this for anything other than storage.

There is only one room for me to check because it’s the only place she could have gone to hide. My lies and excuses are at the tip of my tongue to brush what she had seen to the side as if it’s not a big deal.

I have good intentions for the information hanging on the walls of the basement, and it is for research purposes.

I don’t have to look at the door to know that’s open, and when I glance down, Fia is lying there unconscious. I drop to my knees and pick her up, she’s out cold and breathing evenly.

It’s one good thing that came out of this room. I pick her up and sigh with a shake of my head. My Fia doesn’t have to look for trouble when she already has enough on her plate, but now she’s seen what I have been hiding.

On day one, I had warned her to not go into the room upstairs, and she did go inside, but I was one step ahead of her to move everything down here.

I glance around. The information and pictures were pinned to the wall with a map that color-coordinated all the incidents that she had with her stalker. After months of gathering information, I finally narrowed it down to places within a certain city’s ten-mile radius, and it’s only on the weekends.

They could be working a weekday job, and the only time they could terrorize Fia is on their days off. I have seen a pattern where they are active on their weekends. Every weekend, like clockwork, something would happen to Fia.

If I can’t track the movements of that bastard, then I will track Fia’s day down to the second and everyone she had come in contact with.

“My darling Fia, you silly girl. You weren’t supposed to see this.” I set her down at the table and begin to snatch down the papers pinned to the wall.

I’m careful to remove everything and put them into boxes. I have every piece of intel memorized, and I can recall when and where something happened. It’s predictable that something is to happen next week on the day of the performance because I figure that they won’t pass up the chance to bring more terror to Fia.

After cleaning up, I push the boxes behind other boxes that have useless things that I need to throw away, but I never got the chance, so I just leave them here.

I might need it one day.

Picking her up into my arms, I secure her with one arm to close the door behind me. She’s still sleeping, and she was so shocked to find detailed surveillance on her that she just fainted. I’ll have to teach her how to deal with high-tension circumstances when I’m not there to coddle her.

I balance her on one arm and fingers holding my car keys while the other is hauling the suitcase with her violin attached on top out the door.

We aren’t safe here anymore, and I want to get her out of here before the crazy bastard wants a rematch. I successfully bring her to my car and finesse her body into the passenger seat. I shove the suitcase in the trunk before hopping into the driver’s side.

I let the car purr to start the engine and shine the headlights into the dirt road. Fia moans in her sleep, her lashes fluttering in an attempt to wake up.

Digging into the center console compartment, I fish out an unopened sleeping pill. I take the water bottle from the cup holder, crack open the cap and let the freshwater meet the white pill. It sizzles, melts, and blends with the colorless liquid.

I turn her head with one hand and the other holding the bottle. “Darling, open your mouth.”

Her eyes open, and groggy confusion clouds her pretty eyes, but her natural desire to please Daddy peaks through as she obediently takes the water that I provide.

Remorseless and unequivocally guiltless about breaching her trust, I let her take the laced water slowly.

This is for her to get one good night of sleep; her body will begin to turn on itself if she doesn’t sleep, and I have every intention of driving through the night as traffic is virtually nonexistent.

For her sake, I am willing to let the psychopathic side of me do the dirty work.