Holden
“What?” I say with an air of anger. “What do you mean you couldn’t find Dmitry?”
“I sent my best trackers to find him, and they didn’t find a trace,” King Beau responds.
“I should have ripped his f*****g throat out,” I roar. “Why didn’t I do that?” I say, pounding my fist on the bed, disturbing Kade, who sits up. “I’m sorry, son.”
He looks at me with tears in his eyes. I hate to think of what Dmitry may have put him through.
“We seized all of his assets and money, so he’s not going far,” the king remarks.
“He probably went to Russia,” Samantha adds. “He was going to take Kade there.”
I look at my son, who is looking at his hand.
“He said he was my real daddy,” Kade mutters.
I take a deep breath. “I’m your real daddy, Kade.”
“No, but my real, real Daddy,” Kade sighs.
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