Page 88 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

"Maybe Clark and I should wait in here while you get Jenna to safety," Nick said. "Surprise that asshole and beat his ass when he arrives. Might be the only way to catch him, seeing how he hides behind a mask like a coward."

"Great idea." Clark punched his palm with a fist. "Somebody needs to teach him kidnapping innocent Little girls is no way to be a man."

"Innocent?" I heard the loud synthesized voice from the top of the stairs, as the man in the mask stood in the doorway. "The cult was all I knew, Jenna. It was my home, my world. I was born in it, molded by it. But you took it all away from me when you ended it. I find myself in this unfamiliar new world, and I've made it my purpose to ruin your life, just like you've ruined mine."

He slowly began descending the stairs, as if he didn't have a care in the world. My knees threatened to buckle watching my oppressor up so close, and I began trembling.

"Everything's alright, sweet bunny." Nick wrapped an arm around me as all the Littles huddled up behind the wall of Daddies. "Don't be scared. Your Daddies are here now. He's a fool if he thinks he can win against a dozen of us. I let Bradley die in my arms, but now I'll do what I should've done back then. I'll die before I let anyone lay a finger on you. I love you so much, Jenna."

Oh no, it was happening all over again. It brought back memories of how Daddy Clark had risked his life at gunpoint to save me and hearing him say how much he loved me had sounded a lot like he was saying his goodbyes. I was just as traumatized now at the idea of losing my Daddies, or any of my friends for that matter. My eyes widened in horror as the masked man pulled the sharp knife out of his pocket. I might manage to get out of here alive, but one of us might end up dying, and I'd forever blame myself as Daddy Nick did over his best friend's death.

"Please, everyone," I yelled. "It's me he wants. Just let him take me and everyone can go home. I can't bear the thought of losing one of you."

I tried breaking free of Daddy Nick to run towards the killer, but Daddy Clark grabbed me by the waist and held me in place.

"Let me go, Daddy!" I kicked and screamed but they were too strong.

"Please, Jenna," Clark scolded, looking at me pleadingly. "Your Daddies can't live without you. No more trying to be the hero. We've got this covered."

"You're a coward!" Michael yelled. "You have a knife and none of us have any weapons. Why don't you fight like a man for once? I'm a Little boy and I know I can beat you in a fistfight. We've been training for days and we'll kick your ass."

The masked man chuckled as he tossed the knife onto the floor, cockily putting up his fists.

"Alright, I can't take this anymore," Michael said, running around the wall of Daddies as his Daddy ran after him. "I can't see his face but I'm sure it's very punchable."

"Michael, no!" Uncle John yelled as Michael ran up to the masked man, pushing out his fist with all force, but the masked man caught his punch with a hand and headbutted Michael, causing Michael to fall on the floor with a pathetic whimper.

"Michael!" I shrieked, trying harder to break free and surrender myself.

Uncle John was so close, towering over his boy whimpering in pain. When he looked up at the masked man with rage, he landed a lunch on his chest, with the stranger barely budged. With another chuckle, he punched uncle John in the tummy so hard, he went crashing on the floor.

"That's it!" Clark said, running up front to lead the Daddies. "We attack together. We show what happens when one of us is threatened. We stand up for our own. Elijah and Kristen, stay in the back and stay safe. Marcus, Lance, and Oliver. Follow my lead."

I continued kicking and screaming to be let go, but Daddy Nick was just as strong as Daddy Clark. I could barely see anything in the low lighting and tears blurred my vision, but it looked like the stranger was far more dangerous than any of us had anticipated. He was so much taller than any of us, and his arms were like pillars, pushing everyone to the floor when it came in contact. Kristen and Elijah desperately called out for their Daddies as they watched them being defeated.

None of us stood a chance as the mountainous man seemed to be an expert in hand-to-hand combat. Then it occurred to me. There was only one man who was an expert in combat back in the cult, the stories of his prowess rampant in every household. Leviathan, Otis' right-hand man, who was supposed to take over the leadership of the cult.

"Stop it, Levi!" I screamed, which seemed to have gotten his attention just as he'd grabbed Daddy Clark by the throat and was trying to choke him to death. "I always knew you had a thing for me. I should've known it was you, always staring at me from a distance and making me feel uncomfortable."

The distraction seemed to have worked, for he let go of Daddy Clark's arms and pushed him into a corner, causing him to hit his head against the wall before crashing to the floor.

"Looks like I'm the only one left," Nick said as he put his fists up. "Don't you worry, Jenna. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, my sweet girl. I've lived a good life. It's an honor if I die saving your life. Elijah and Kristen, take Jenna out of here while I distract him. Whatever happens, don't look back."

"I cannot be stopped, for I am your fate," Levi said menacingly. "You could've saved your lovers' lives, but no. You continue to fight your destiny, and for that, I'll kill them all after I kill you."

"But they're not just my lovers, Levi." I shook my head with a gentle smile. "They're my Daddies. A bond between a Daddy and his girl is the purest one there is. One has given me a home and the other gave me a job. I didn't have a life outside the cult either, but they've helped me rebuild the family I've always wanted. You could've done the same had you opened up to people and given them a chance, but no. You're full of hatred and incapable of love. And for the love of God, just do it already, Michael! Haven't I distracted him enough?"

"Huh?" Levi said, turning around to find Michael sitting on the floor behind him.

"Here's for trying to hurt our friend, you sicko!" Michael jabbed the knife he was holding into Levi's shoe, causing him to scream in pain. "No one hurts our friends. We're the type of community that stands together."

"You stabbed me!" Levi howled in pain as he grabbed onto his leg.

"I sure did, and I'll do it again."

Before Michael could stab him again, Nick rushed up to Levi and pulled the knife out of his bloody shoe, throwing it out of reach. By the sound of it, the knife had gone through the sole of his shoe, and Levi was whimpering.

"No more stabbing, Michael," Nick pushed Levi onto the floor and straddled him so he wouldn't run away. "Your Daddy won't be pleased when he wakes up and finds you went anywhere near a sharp object. Knives aren't for Little boys."