Page 166 of Heir

This…

This was unbearable.

“Gemma’s pregnant, Dad.”

On the floor, Blue sucked in a sharp breath. I ignored him.

Dad’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure. She has all the signs. Fuck me, I don’t even think she knows.” I ran my fingers through my hair. I was more than pretty sure. Her period was due three days ago. She was overly emotional, even during a cat food commercial, and her boobs were sensitive.

I had never been sure about being a dad. I didn’t know what kind of father I could be, but I wanted to try for her.

Would God, or fate, or whatever the fuck was in the universe really be cruel enough to take that away from me before I could even try?

Nothing could happen to her.

“What if they hurt her?” I asked. “Hurt the baby? What the hell am I supposed to do?”

He rested his hand on my shoulder. “We’re gonna get her back.”

The computer beeped, and I pushed everyone away, getting to it.

I opened the video surveillance system, cutting to the time Gemma would have been taken from me.

“When did she text you saying she was going to the restroom?” I asked Blue.

“Around three forty-five.”

I plugged the time in at three-fifty.

Everyone gathered around the computer screen, and we watched as a man dragged Gemma out of the restaurant. Her legs flailed about. She wasn’t going to get in the van without a fight.

That’s my girl.

She kicked the bastard, and he dropped her. We watched as she took off running. I paused the screen.

“There,” I said, pointing to the five-pointed star tattoo with two swords crossed over into an X coming out of the star. The symbol of the Savkin Bratva.

There was that fucking name again.

They were working with Frank Gallagher, and their pakhan had big money on Gemma’s virginity, but why go through this length to get her, especially when everyone had seen her with me?

They risked making enemies of the King’s Men over this?

They had already made enemies of us, but I was positive they didn’t know yet that we were on their tail.

So what the fuck was happening?

I pressed play, and we watched the rest of the video.

Another man came out of the van, though he didn’t chase Gemma.

This man was older, thinner, and frailer.

Someone who wasn’t exactly in the prime of his life.

We watched, and when the Savkin bastard got to Gemma, the man turned to get back in the van.

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