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The man's skull popped like a balloon spraying bits of brain matter when he opened the door shooting him. Harsh. Fast.
The shock of the sudden violence stained the pavement like gore soaked confetti as he casually strolled back inside leaving the door open to let her follow.
Nothing was going to get in the way of his reunion with his birthday girl wanting her to have all the glory when she captured him.
The minutes dragged long and agonizing as he waited impatiently, heart beating fast thrilled what he had set in motion. He was forever grateful to the man downstairs for giving her to him after offering everything he had to give.That sweet, little girl who didn't run away and snapped his picture. Like she was capturing their meeting as if marking something important. Something about it intrigued him. Suddenly he didn't want her to become another sacrificial lamb bargaining with Satan to let him keep her. A dark gift. A token of appreciation.
He only let her mommy believe she was protecting her and she did the devil's work just fine.
He heard the sound of her footfalls ascending the stairs, soft but making her presence known along with her shaky breaths, terrified as she pushed herself through sheer force of will to meet him. Like a lamb entering a wolf's den.
She emerged out of the darkness and into the narrow beam of light like a barrier daring her to cross it as tears of joy streamed down his face.
His avenging angel -- radiant in all her righteous glory, here to deliver judgment, gun aimed directly at him. So graceful. So dedicated. So precious.
" Don't be afraid." He grinned, awful and proud, arms raised in submission." You found me."
Her big doe-like eyes trembled so beautifully fragile and determined in front of him as he pushed off the bed and knelt before her, reverently bowing at her feet like a devoted follower.
“ Get up—get up. Hands behind your back." Her voice quavered but commanded him spreading hot shivers along his spine making all the blood rush straight to his cock.
Lee had transformed from that shy, quiet girl into a brilliant, fierce FBI agent.
Because he allowed her to live he put her on this path. He created her.
She belonged to him.
He let her take control as she secured him with handcuffs and gripped his arm, rough and possessive pulling him with her.
" Whatever you say, little angel." He grinned, bright and fond more than willing to put himself in her hands. After all, who was he to stop her? Her work had purpose too. A father loved his daughter, no matter what she became.