Page 27 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

"He’s gone," Milli whispered.

Every muscle locked in place as I tried to make sense of what she was saying.

Slowly, I turned. "What do you mean he has gone? Where is my son?"

"I," her hands twisted together helplessly. "I just went to the bathroom quickly, and when I came out, he wasn’t here. I’ve looked everywhere and—"

She gave a little scream as I closed my hand around her throat. "Where is my son?"

Every fiber of my being wanted to strangle her. Close my hand around her windpipe until she fell back dead. But if I did that, then I would never get the answers I needed.

"I don’t know."

Her breath wafted across my face. Bitter. I flung her away from me. "You’ve been drinking. It’s not even midday and you lost my child because you were too busy drinking," I yelled, my whole body shaking with anger. I had known for a while that she wasn’t working out. I’d been working on finding a replacement.

But this was the last straw.

"You’re fired."

"Please." On her hands and knees, she crawled towards me. "Please, sir, I need this job." She clawed at my pant leg.

I fought the urge to kick her away. "If something has happened to him, I will skin you alive. I will—" Out of the corner of my eye, another open door caught my attention. Mine.

But who would be in my room? Why would they need to be?

It hit me all in a rush.

Daisy.

Her clothes were still in my room. If she had found a way to escape her locked room, then she would need clothes.

The next breath I took was deep, but it didn’t steady anything inside of me. Instead, it fanned the rage.

Daisy had taken my son.

Again I started running, back into the elevator that seemed so slow and into the garage that was exclusively mine.

"Sir?" A man straightened, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, which he quickly tossed away. "What’s happened?"

"They are gone." I didn’t need to ask if he had seen them. He wouldn’t have been so calm if he had any knowledge. Sliding into the back of a car, I ordered him to drive, giving him directions into traffic.

They couldn’t have gone far, they couldn’t, but then I didn’t know how much of a head start they had. What would I do if—

"Sir—" the man driving slowed, his arm pointing, and I spotted them. Well, I spotted her first. Her grey T-shirt soaked with the rain and her hair flat against her head.

Daisy.

And right next to her, holding her hand and looking like he didn’t have a care in the world, was Alec.

He had his favorite backpack on his back.

I shot out of the car before it could even come to a full stop.

My feet pounding the wet pavement.

"Alec," relief flooded me as I swept him up into my arms.

"Papa!" he squealed as I swung him around.