Ihatedwhen that happened.
It was no fun.
A quick glance at one of my secondary monitors told me Daddy was exactly where he was supposed to be—trampling through the tree line that surrounded Hugh’s cabin. Daddy was a sniper, and long range kills were his specialty, but it wasn’t often he shot a man over a mile away.
Mr. Thomas preferred his men to toy with their targets before drawing their blood. He wanted the victim to be certain that the end of their life belonged to him and him alone.
Hugh was different.
Hugh wasn’t a threat to the mob—he was a threat to a billionaire philanthropist who, as far as the world knew, didn’t have snipers and assassins on speed-dial.
Mr. Thomas had given Daddy strict orders to kill Hugh from as far away as possible. Once his body hit the ground, I’d wipe any and all emails mentioning the killing of Benjamin Thomas. The police could then be free to assume whatever they wanted.
My guess? They’d chalk it up to a hunting accident gone wrong.
Even though nobody hunted bear with the kind of rifle Daddy had strapped to his back.
The red dot that signaled Daddy’s steps had come to a stop. The scale of the virtual map made it appear as though he was directly on top of the cabin, but I knew he had to be at least a mile away.
He’d told me it’d take him a few minutes to set up, but I wasn’t very patient as I bounced in my chair, refusing to blink as I stared at Hugh.
I don’t want to miss it.
My phone rang, and I almost swept the stupid thing off my desk but it was rare I got calls at two in the morning. It could be my boss, and that was the only reason I slipped my headset over my ears and punched the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Sweetheart.”
Daddy?“Elijah?”
The crunching of some stupid leaves masked the sounds of his laughter. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“You’re not supposed to be calling people right now!” I huffed. “Elijah, you promised I could watch.”
“And I intend to keep that promise, baby, but if you keep giving me attitude, I’m going to make you wait longer.”
He wassucha Daddy, and I couldn’t help the little noise that slipped past my lips or the way my cock jerked beneath my shorts.
Subtle hints of authority saturated each word he spoke, assuredness and cockiness hidden in his tone. His voice was deep, and I really, really liked the way it sounded coming through my phone.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven.” The line fell silent, and for a moment, all I heard was wind. “I’m in position to make the shot. I called to see if you had a clear vision.”
“Clear vision?”Huh?“I have great vision. Thea makes me go to the doctor since I spend so much time staring at screens.”
“Sweetheart.” He paused, and I swear I heard another chuckle. “I’m asking if you have a clear vision of Hugh. I’m going to take the shot, and I don’t want you to miss it.”
“Oh.” I grinned.My daddy was so chivalrous.“I can see him.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to put down the phone because I need both hands to take the shot. Don’t stop watching, okay?”
“I won’t.”
“Good boy.”
Oh.