Page 71 of Trapping His Angel

I headed to his spot. Ever since the Yakuza came and Kaida was ordered to be collateral, Makari had acted oddly. He’d triedto do something to her and she bit him. Issak said it was a challenge to even find his tongue, let alone reattach it.

I pulled into the parking garage and left my car with the valet. I had a key to his Penthouse, a spy in my network had copied it for me, so I let myself in. The apartment was a disaster. It looked like housekeeping hadn’t been by in weeks.

Clothes were strewn about. Dishes were piled in the sink. Glass was broken on the floor, and some lamps had fallen over as well. What the hell had gone on over here?

I made my way up the stairs, my gun drawn in case there was any danger. I checked the hallway before going room to room, looking for any sign of him. There was none. But the chains on the bed said one thing.

Makari wasn’t alone.

I didn’t know who he had with him, but when I found him, I would pistol-whoop his ass for causing me emotional harm. He was family. Brotherhood. It looked like he was missing.

I even caught a few blood drops on the floor.

If Makari wasn’t here, where the fuck was he? I left his Penthouse as is, troubled. I headed back to my family mansion. I needed to speak to Viktor, but it was too late in the evening by the time I got back.

I would just have to wait until tomorrow.

I headed to my room and was met with the sweetest sight when I opened the door. My wife, lying on the bed, wearing a hot little number, and snoozing away. She must’ve waited up for me.

I missed out on what would’ve been a fun ride, judging by the risque number she had on. I took off my clothes and slid into bed with her. For the first time in a long time, I felt fine.

Like the world was right again.

Mymalen'kiy angelwas safe in my arms, in my bed. Her belly was full with my child, and I knew that was what she wanted to tell me. Innocent that she was, she thought I hadn’tknown from the jump. I’d been testing her piss for a while now.

As soon as my seed had taken root, I knew.

I must’ve made too much movement getting in bed, because her sweet brown eyes fluttered open.

“Benedikt?” Her honey tone rasped.

“I’m sorry I was so late coming back to you,” I whispered.

She yawned. “It’s alright. I ended up crashing super early. I’ve been so tired lately.”

“Is that right?” I murmured with a grin.

“Yeah, and my breasts are sore. I can’t seem to keep anything down. Do you think it’s the flu?” She blinked coyly at me.

“I think, brat,” I said, as I rolled over on top of her. “That I’ve got you pregnant with my child, and now, we get to live out the best days of our lives.”

“The best days?” She murmured, her eyes feasting on my tongue as I wet my lips.

“Yeah, our golden years.”

She snorted and put her hand on my face, pushing me away. “Speak for yourself, old man.”

I bit her palm. “Fine.Mygolden years, and your baby years.”

She made a face. “Yuck. Don’t say that again.”

“Fine, I’ll say this,” I rasped. “I love you.”

She gasped. “You said it out loud, and not only when I’m sleeping.”

I grinned. “Caught that, did you?”

She smiled. “Every night.”