I sleep heavily with Sage wrapped around me, her scent sticking to my skin. Rolling her on her side, I tuck my body around hers as I try to figure out why I have awoken. I am still tired when I hear it – my phone ringing and vibrating on the bedside table.
Sitting up, I reach for it and don’t recognize the number. “Hello?” I ask, bleary-eyed.
“Hi, is this Mr. Andrei?” A man’s voice says, only one person calls me that, Jonah.
“Yes, who is this?” I grumble, growing a little worried ahead of time.
“He said you’re his dad. Is this correct because I have a small boy here with me? He said you would come and get him.”
“Yes, put him on.” I hear the phone change hands.
“I want to come home, please,” Jonah’s frightened voice comes through the other end.
“Where is Clive?” I ask him, sitting up, and I see Sage stirring on the bed. My heart is hammering a million miles an hour.
“I ran away. He is drunk. He isn’t supposed to drink, but he stinks and he pulled my hair. Please come and get me.” Jonah cries.
“I will be right there. Put the man on for me,” I tell him.
“Where are you?” I ask.
He gives me his address. It is a Chinese restaurant around the corner from the Casino. He assures me he will keep Jonah with him and give him something to eat.
Jonah tells him he is hungry because Clive didn’t let him eat his dinner. Hanging up, I can’t help the growl that rips out of me. I am going to fucking kill the bastard.
Sage jumps up at the noise, and instantly I feel terrible for waking her. I feel terrible that I can’t stay snuggled next to her, but our son needs us, and she will understand. She always understands.
“I need to go, stay here,” I tell her as I grab my jeans and slip them on.
“What’s going on?” She asks, rubbing her eyes.
“Jonah needs me. I am going to go get him.”
“What?” She gasps, instantly alerted at his name, and she tosses the blankets back.
“Stay here. I will be back soon.”
“But Jonah,” she says, and I grip her face, kissing her cheek.
“I will bring him home with me, I promise. I will get him back to you,” I tell her, let her go, and head for the door.
A furious growl escapes me that echoes off the walls in my anger. “I will fucking kill him,” I growl, rushing down the steps. He is going to fucking die for touching my boy.
Opening the mind link, I search for my father’s link. Now that he is initiated into our pack, it is so much easier than calling. I feel his mind alert as I force the link while unlocking the front door and grabbing my keys.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“Meet me by the car. Jonah is in trouble,” I tell him.
“On my way,” he says instantly and cuts off the link.
I pull my shirt on as I head toward my car. My eyes snap to the side and I notice Malik’s porch light turns on. He and my father rush out of the house, pulling clothes on while jogging over.
“What’s going on?” Malik asks, reaching for the back door. I see Zane’s light turn on as he rushes over.
“Andrei,” Zane calls my name.
“Keep an eye on Sage, and call if anything happens while we are gone,” I call out to him.
“Yes, Alpha,” he says, and I climb into the driver’s seat.
My father hops in the passenger seat, and Malik climbs in the back. “Where are we going? Is he alright?” My father asks.
“We will get my son back, then I kill that bastard Clive,” I tell him.
He growls at the edge of my tone. “Is my grandson okay?” He asks as I tear out of the driveway, heading for the highway.
“He is safe for now,” I tell him. The car slides onto the asphalt road as it leaves the gravel. I floor it, heading toward the Safari Casino.
It would take at least two hours, and the longer I drive, the more anxious I become. It is a little after midnight already, and I have my father text the restaurant owner to let him know we are on our way.
He said he lives above the restaurant, and Jonah is watching TV with his wife.
“Pass me my phone,” I tell my father. I flick through the contacts, looking for Dominic’s number. I am fucking livid. The phone rings, and I growl as it rings out before hitting the re-dial.
I listen to it ring, but this time he answers. “Who the fuck dares to ring me at this ungodly hour?” He snaps into the phone.
“It’s Andrei. Did you see Clive today?” I ask him.
“Yes, this morning. Why the fuck are you calling me? What time is it?” Dominic snarls.
“After midnight.” I mutter without feeling even a bit of regret for waking him.
“Yesterday morning then, Andrei, the boy is fine,” Dominic growls.
“If he is fine, why did I just get a call from a stranger saying they have Jonah?” I snap at him.
“What, who has the boy?” Dominic says, and I can hear him moving around whatever room he is in. “Where is he?” Dominic asks.
“Not a chance. I am getting my son. We got the laws changed, Dominic. It will be changed on Wednesday. We got the signatures Kat needed for the petition, so if you try to stop me-”
Dominic cuts me off. “I am getting dressed now. Tell me where he is.”
“You should know, he was trusted into the care of a man you fucking vouched for,” I spit at him.
“I will head over and check in on them, Tanya, watch Kyan for me,” Dominic calls out. “Don’t do anything stupid, Andrei.” He adds.
“Too late, tell Clive his time alive is ticking away because when I get my fucking hands on him, there won’t be much left of him when I am done, no one touches my kid.” I snap at Dominic and hang up the phone.