Page 37 of Albel

I turn around and nod rapidly. “Please.”

Crawling over, I sit on my diaper-covered bottom and stare at the chair that Daddy’s painting bright pink.

“Let me go get a brush for you. I’ll be right back,” Daddy says as he gets up.

I grab onto his pant leg and just stare at him, not wanting to really let him go.

“You’re okay. I’m only going a couple of feet away. Everything is locked,” Daddy reassures me.

I hesitantly let go and watch him like a hawk as he takes several steps away from me.

“See, you’re okay.” He smiles down right as everything goes black.

Screaming, a hand goes around my mouth, silencing me.

“Little Pet!” Daddy yells.

My gaze frantically searches around the room, trying to find out where Daddy went and who’s holding me.

“He thought he could keep you to himself,” a deep voice whispers. “But you’re mine now.”

I kick and throw my hands and legs around, trying to get the person to drop me, but he walks backward. Fear rolls through me like a freight train, tears dripping down my face.

“All mine,” the man growls.

“Freeze!” Galar yells as the lights come back on.

Blinking, I clear my vision and see Daddy standing in front of me alone with Galar, both looking at me with worried expressions.

“The building is surrounded. You’re not going anywhere. Drop Ella and nothing bad will happen to you,” Galar demands.

“She’s mine,” he growls.

“Set her down,” Galar commands. “Don’t make me shoot you.”

My eyebrows scrunch together. Galar doesn’t have a gun. How is he going to shoot him?

“I set eyes on her before Albel did. Ella was mine before, but he had to be greedy and take her from me. He had to put my guard in jail and ruin my chances of getting her!” he roars.

“Just put her down gently,” Daddy pleads. “I’ll do anything if you just put her on the ground without touching her.”

“No.”

Galar raises his hand, and the man jolts forward, letting me go. I close my eyes, waiting for the pain of the impact to shoot through me, but it never comes.

“I’ve got you, Little Pet,” Daddy says. “I’ve got you.”

“Target down,” Galar says into a device. “He’s not going anywhere.”

I turn my head to look, but Daddy stops me.

“You don’t need to see that,” he says. “Just know he’s not going anywhere.”

“He’s dead?” I whisper.

“He’s dead, Little Pet,” Daddy repeats.

I sag into Daddy’s embrace and cry while he coos at me and sways back and forth, trying to calm me down.