Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 243
“Thief!” Walsh snarls, pounding his fist again on the plastic barrier. “You can’t take this from me – everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for –“
Victor tugs Ian’s hand and the boy snaps his worried eyes back up to his father, who looks down at him calmly.
“Enough of this for you,” Victor says softly, looking steadily into Ian’s eyes and letting him know with his tranquility that he’s still in full control. “Why don’t you go with the Beta and wait in the entrance hall? Maybe they’ll give you some jail food to eat, so you can see what it’s like.”
dfather as a Beta comes forward to take his hand. He goes with the Beta readily, though, an
like him to respect you, but to each his own, I suppose.”
dare you –“
now is how long you stay in this cell. Because believe me when I say that I have the funds to ensure that you spend the rest of your life in here. But, there are reasons
eed nothing from you. But there are people in my life to whom y
Walsh takes a mi
ather locked up for years if she does not wish it. If you can agree to –“
would leave the question of my freedom to a woman?”
Yes, I would.”
underestimation of you
snarls but says nothing, raising his hand to the spot
lease a statement that I am the unequivocal leader of your pack until my boys turn eighteen?”
yes back to Victor’s. “I would never –“
lyn.
ictor strides towards the door, making eye contact with his Beta as he goes. “Inform the other two,” he says sharply as the Beta opens the door. “Tell th
cell, for all Victor cared.
he Beta desk, happily drinking a milkshake.
ehind the desk. “Where did you get that?”
the Betas!” Ian exclaims, h
man in charge. “The prisoners get milkshakes
crowaved chicken patty.”
k.
ctor says, putting a
s, shrugging and looking to
en the doors for them. Then, after a pause, Ian looks up into his dad’s face. “What do you think mommy and Alvin are getting up to?”
or considers, c*g his head as he watches his son run
r’s seat. “Let’s go find them. I like trouble.”
I bite my lip, wondering at the silence that greets me. Of course, I don’t expect it to be bouncing with activity,
g quietly in the driveway, covered with fallen leaves. Passively, I wonder if the thousands of dollars i
re Aunt Bridgette lives?” Alvin asks, curious, unbuckling his seatbelt and looking around. “It’s pretty here.”
while.” I step out of the car, listening for any signs of life.
Nothing.
y side of the car as I shut my door, taking my hand. Together, we wal
” Alvin whispers, as if not wanting to disrupt the peace of the place.
st it, it turns with no hesitation. I look down at Alvin and shrug, pushing the door open.
he door, but see no
hesitant. “Anyone here?”
denly worried.
enly, both of our heads snap ba
hat’s pointed directly at us.