I took a deep breath. How I fucking wished I could actually see her face. Not that her expression would tell me much. I didn’t know when she got so good at hiding shit from us, but I didn’t like it. Not one bit.
“I’m on my way to Texas right now,” I said. “Gabriel found boys at the strip club, but their mom is nowhere to be found, so he couldn’t confirm if these boys aremy boys, but fuck, baby, do you really think it’s that much a coincidence that we got intel on my boys in Texas and Gabriel just found twin boys there?”
I closed my eyes.
In my gut, I knew it was them.
And I didn’t know how to handle it. No doubt they wouldn’t remember me, and what was more, I didn’t know what they had been through in between the years that they were taken from me until now.
I let out a small sigh.
“I’m gonna get them home. I just—I wanted to tell you that. And I can’t wait to see you again. Take care of yourself because I’m going to be really mad at you otherwise.”
Even I could hear how empty that threat sounded.
“I love you.”
Her breathing increased, and I didn’t know the reason behind that.
After a moment, I said softly, “Bye, Catalina.”
I hung up the phone and looked out the window. We would land in about ten minutes. A car would already be waiting for me, and I could drive straight to the strip club.
A ping from my phone, which indicated a text, brought me out of my thoughts.
I looked down and found a text from Mikhail, but I knew he wasn’t the one to message me.
I love you, too.
I clicked off the screen, smiling a little.
We were going to get through this.
We would. And we were going to find Damien and my boys and be one big happy fucking family.
Even despite the three monsters in it.
* * *
I gotoff the plane and walked to the waiting car.
A man I recognized as Gabriel’s driver/bodyguard stood in front of it. He nodded his head toward me as I passed. I didn’t remember his name.
I got in the car without a word, and then we were off.
I looked out at Texas’ scenery on the drive, my thoughts drifting in and out, until all too soon, the car pulled up in front of a dingy strip club, worlds away from the one Gabriel had opened up only a few weeks before.
The man in question was waiting for me in the front, a solemn expression overtaking his face.
I got out of the car, and he pushed away from the wall and walked up to me.
He placed his hand on my shoulder. “We’ll find him.”
Despite all the shit I gave him, Gabriel was the only man I trusted besides my brothers, and that said something, considering the kind of world I lived in.
And he might be the only other man out there who loved Damien almost as much as Mikhail and me. He would do nearly anything for the man.
“I know,” I said. “Thanks for coming all the way down here.”