First message
The day of the concert finally arrived.
I barely slept. Didn’t need to.
I’d spent weeks preparing for this moment.
There she was.
My beautiful girl.
Not behind a screen.
Not another livestream.
Real.
Maybe 30 feet away.
I shoved through the crowd until I reached the barricade
“Hey! Watch it!”
Some tiny girl looked up, noticed my fatigues & dog tags, then stepped aside with a quick apology.
Smart.
She recognized someone with a mission.
One more shove.
Front row.
Exactly where I belonged.
The lights dimmed.
She stepped onto the stage.
God… she’s even more beautiful in person.
She opened with Hell Hath No Fury.
Everyone around me screamed every lyric.
Idiots.
They thought they understood the song.
They didn’t.
I heard every word.
Every pause.
Every look.
Every crack in her voice.
The Emotional Trainwreck Tour wasn’t an album.
It was a cry for help.
Then she looked toward stage left.
I followed her eyes.
No…
Not him.
Cade Talon
The cocky content creator.
The one she’d been entertaining online.
The one she’d trusted enough to invite backstage.
He smiled.
She smiled back.
He thought he’d won.
He had no idea what he was walking into.
She couldn’t see what he really was yet.
I could.
My hand slipped into my pocket.
I unlocked my phone.
Focused the camera.
One picture.
One tap.
That was all I needed.
Cade Talon had just become my first mission.
Don’t worry, beautiful .
I’ll protect you… even if you never know it was me.