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“Three, tomorrow, not one fucking minute longer,” my brother states.

Holland dips his chin. “Gentlemen.” He takes one step and stops near Archer. “While you’re busy comparing the DNA, I will make sure a list will be delivered with the rest of Amadeo’s contacts concerning the human trafficking ring. You can handle the rest of the cleanup.”

Archer mutters a thanks and we can do nothing more than watch the fucker leave. For now that is, because for sure as fuck I’ll get my woman back. Soon. Real soon or there will be hell to pay.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

– KENZ –

There’s no escape. The limo is locked and we’ve checked everything inside that might help us to get out of here.

“Any idea who kidnapped us?” I ask Livi.

She’s fuming, I can tell from her expression, and the way her fingers are tapping on the leather seat beside her.

“Not Amadeo. He can’t afford a limo like this,” the annoyance and anger are also ringing loud and clear in her voice. “I can’t believe we didn’t fight.”

I can feel my eyes widen. “Are you for real? Did you not see her take out Jocko with a damn syringe? What if she jabbed you with one too, eh? Who knows what was in there, and you’re freaking pregnant.”

A muscle jumps in her jaw, but she remains silent, probably because she knows I’m right.

The door suddenly opens and a man in a suit slides in.

He pushes a button and rumbles, “Home, Miller.”

The limo instantly starts to move.

My mind is still processing the guy who is clearly in charge when he says, “Don’t attempt to attack me, Elowyn. Especially in your condition. I will not be the reason why you risked losing your unborn child. A child which would make a grandfather.” He winces. “Not something I want to be at my age, but I guess that’s what I get for not intervening with your life before now.”

Again. Mind. Processing. Mind freaking blown because…grandfather?

Clearly Livi doesn’t have issues with a limited reaction response when she snaps, “You’re not my father.”

There’s no emotion on the man’s face, only a cool as a cucumber mask. “I was sixteen when I met your mother. A couple hours of fun, and the only time I fucked hard and sloppy enough to rip a condom. It’s why I kept my eye on her, and knew when she was pregnant and that it was mine. To have it in black and white I made the arrangements.” He pulls an envelope from his pocket and hands it to Livi.

She rips the paper from his fingers and I shift in my seat to glance at the papers she’s pulling from the envelope. She unfolds a medical form along with a handwritten note. Livi’s hand is shaking when she reads the words. Without thinking I reach for her wrist and give her a gentle squeeze, letting her know I’m right here.

“You recognize your mother’s handwriting, yes? I gave her a choice when I laid it all out. She didn’t want my presence in your life or my support. I respected her wishes until now. Until that no-good son-of-a-bitch put you in danger.”

This shit is totally fucked up because the man in the suit is telling the truth; he’s Livi’s father. Livi swallows hard and takes her time to put the papers back in the envelope.

She throws the envelope in his direction. “This doesn’t mean shit to me. I want nothing to do with anything involving the sperm donor that left a blank spot on my birth certificate. You can stop the vehicle and let us out.”

The man slowly shakes his head. “I told the guys you’ll both be back tomorrow afternoon. They have your sister as a guarantee you’ll be brought back safe and sound.”

“Sister,” Livi croaks on a whisper.

The man’s face changes when he gives my best friend a warm smile. “Technically Luella is your half-sister.”

I turn to Livi and give her wrist another squeeze. “You have a half-sister.”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have a stepmother.” The guy doesn’t seem all that sorry. “Luella’s mother stopped living after she gave birth to your half-sister.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Weird way to say someone died at childbirth.”

The fucker smirks. “She didn’t.”

“Okay, Mr. Creepy,” I blurt, making Livi snort.

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