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Chapter Twelve : The Portrait of a Predator

Author: Chelsea Hills
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-26 20:41:15

​The blast of the shotgun wasn't a sound; it was a physical force that shattered the air of the master suite. Julian hadn't aimed for them not yet. He had fired into the massive, floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the bed, sending a rain of silvered glass cascading across the floor like frozen diamonds.

​"Get up," Julian commanded, the barrel of the weapon smoking. His eyes were no longer those of a man; they were the eyes of a machine programmed for total erasure. "Both of you. Out of the bed. Now."

​Elena scrambled to pull her robe around her, her feet treading dangerously close to the shards on the rug. Lucas stood slowly, his body a shield between Elena and the gun. He didn't look afraid. He looked like a man who had finally found the bottom of his own shadow. In his right hand, hidden by the line of his thigh, he gripped the jagged shard of crane glass.

​"You're going to kill your own son, Julian?" Lucas asked, his voice deathly calm. "In your own bedroom? That’s going to be a diff
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  • Shhh Daddy won’t Know    Chapter Twelve : The Portrait of a Predator

    ​The blast of the shotgun wasn't a sound; it was a physical force that shattered the air of the master suite. Julian hadn't aimed for them not yet. He had fired into the massive, floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the bed, sending a rain of silvered glass cascading across the floor like frozen diamonds.​"Get up," Julian commanded, the barrel of the weapon smoking. His eyes were no longer those of a man; they were the eyes of a machine programmed for total erasure. "Both of you. Out of the bed. Now."​Elena scrambled to pull her robe around her, her feet treading dangerously close to the shards on the rug. Lucas stood slowly, his body a shield between Elena and the gun. He didn't look afraid. He looked like a man who had finally found the bottom of his own shadow. In his right hand, hidden by the line of his thigh, he gripped the jagged shard of crane glass.​"You're going to kill your own son, Julian?" Lucas asked, his voice deathly calm. "In your own bedroom? That’s going to be a diff

  • Shhh Daddy won’t Know    Chapter Eleven : The Return of the Prodigals

    ​The roar of the explosion echoed off the cliffs like a physical blow. In the distance, the quaint, salt-crusted market where Elena had felt her first breath of freedom was now a jagged silhouette of orange flame and black smoke. The investigator a man named Miller who Julian had kept on a leash for a decade didn't flinch. He simply tucked his phone into his pocket and climbed back into the black town car, the engine purring like a satisfied predator.​He didn't drive toward them. He drove away, leaving the scent of burning wood and the screams of the villagers to drift up the hill.​"He's not arresting us," Elena whispered, her hands trembling as she gripped the windowsill. "He’s burning the world down to smoke us out."​Lucas stood as still as a statue, his eyes fixed on the retreating taillights. The light from the distant fire danced in his blue eyes, turning them a dangerous, molten violet. "He’s a litigator, Elena. He knows that if he brings us back in handcuffs, there’s a trial

  • Shhh Daddy won’t Know    Chapter Ten : The Ghost of the River

    ​The world became a violent blur of tilting steel and rushing wind. When the crane cable snapped, the long metal arm didn't just fall; it whipped downward like a dying giant, groaning and shedding sparks as it scraped against the side of the warehouse. Elena’s stomach lurched into her throat. She felt Lucas’s arms tighten around her, his body acting as a shield as they plummeted toward the dark, churning mouth of the river.​They hit the water with a bone-jarring thud. Unlike the lake, the river was a different beast the current was a powerful, moving muscle, thick with industrial silt and the debris of the city.​Elena went under, the weight of the wool sweater now a sodden anchor. She clawed at the water, her lungs burning, but the current was spinning her like a leaf. She felt a sharp, metallic tang in her mouth blood and then, a familiar, desperate grip on her wrist.​Lucas pulled her toward a partially submerged concrete pylon. They clung to the moss-covered stone, gasping for ai

  • Shhh Daddy won’t Know    Chapter Nine : The Warehouse of Glass

    ​The wail of the siren wasn’t the high-pitched, frantic scream of a patrol car. It was the low, rhythmic throb of a tactical unit the kind Julian Vance used when he wanted a problem "resolved" quietly. Elena stood in the center of the dusty warehouse, the wool sweater itching against her skin, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.​"They’re here," she whispered, the cold of the concrete floor seeping into her bare soles. "Lucas, how did they find us? Leo wouldn't "​"Leo didn't have to," Lucas growled, his eyes fixed on the burner phone. "Julian owns the city’s cell towers. The moment this phone pinged a tower, we were tagged. He didn't want to catch us in the woods where things could get messy. He wanted us here. In a box."​He grabbed a heavy metal pipe from a scrap pile, his knuckles white. The light of dawn was gray and sickly, filtering through the grime of the warehouse windows. Outside, the sound of tires screeching on gravel signaled the arrival of Julian’s "s

  • Shhh Daddy won’t Know    Chapter Eight : The Surface of the Deep

    ​The impact with Blackwood Lake was like hitting a wall of liquid ice. The freezing water punched the air out of Elena’s lungs, and the weight of her sodden silk gown immediately began to drag her down into the prehistoric chill of the depths. Above her, the surface was a chaotic shimmer of red and blue police lights, distorted and beautiful, like a dream she was drowning in.​She clawed at the water, her movements sluggish and panicked. The darkness was absolute. For a terrifying moment, she felt the current pulling her away, the silence of the deep whispering that it would be so easy to just stop fighting.​Then, a hand gripped her hair, followed by a strong arm hooking under her chin.​Lucas kicked upward with powerful, rhythmic strokes. When they broke the surface, Elena gasped, a ragged, choking sound as she gulped in the night air. The cold was a physical pain, a thousand needles tattooing her skin.​"The boat! Elena, look at the boat!" Lucas shouted over the roar of the wind an

  • Shhh Daddy won’t Know    Chapter Seven: The Shadows of Blackwood

    ​The world turned into a strobe light of crimson and white. The perimeter sirens wailed a high-pitched, mechanical scream that tore through the quiet of the forest. Below them, the garden was no longer a place of roses and fountains; it was a tactical zone.​Elena’s heart didn't just race it felt like it was trying to leap out of her throat. She stood on the narrow stone ledge, her fingers entwined with Lucas’s, the cold night wind whipping her thin nightgown against her legs. Below, Julian looked like a stranger, his face twisted into something demonic by the upward-casting floodlights. The silver revolver in his hand caught the light, gleaming with a lethal, polished shimmer.​"Elena, get inside!" Julian’s voice boomed, amplified by the walls of the house. "Lucas, let go of her or I’ll open fire! I’ll claim self-defense! I’ll tell them you were kidnapping her!"​"He's bluffing," Lucas hissed, his grip tightening on Elena’s hand until it hurt. "He cares too much about his reputation

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