Page 40 of Viktor

“Kade’s at the hospital with Angel. The cartel sent her photos of herself in the hospital on the day she thought her baby died.”

“They’re all going to fucking die.”

His brother didn’t even ask if Angel was okay but went straight to “they’re going to die.” It unnerved Viktor more than he cared to admit. “They’re keeping her overnight to treat her for shock and a concussion. Call Nik, and he’ll tell you where to go.”

“I’ll catch the first flight down I can. We know if Kade’s getting the police involved, or are we going to go in and do a snatch and grab on our kid?”

A smile cracked his lips. As dark and twisty as Conner was, his family came first. Matthew was “our” kid already. Hell, he’d been thinking of the kid as his too. It was just good to hear it come out of Conner’s mouth. It gave him hope he wasn’t completely lost.

“I don’t know. He’s overwhelmed with Angel being in the hospital and pregnant.”

“Whoa, what?” He heard something that sounded distinctly like…

“Are you taking a piss?”

“Da.” The toilet flushed. His brother was gross. “She’s pregnant?”

“They just found out today.” Viktor moved to stand in the barn doorway, looking out over the property.

“Shit. What are we going to do if it’s a girl?”

“We need to start stocking up on bullets now.”

“Little bastards ain’t afraid of guns no more. We need to start showcasing the knives early.”

Viktor laughed. His brother had a point. “Pecker-heads will know from kindergarten to stay the fuck away from our nieces.”

“I’m calling it now. We will remain an all boy’s club. Nephews only.”

His thoughts went to Delia. “Well, about that…”

“What?” Conner’s voice sharpened. “Don’t tell me you got someone knocked up too?”

“Hell, no.” Viktor refuted. No glove, no love.

“Then, what?”

“This woman I’m protecting, I think…” He stopped, trying to find the right words.

“You found her, huh?” His brother knew what he was trying to say before he did. It was the twin thing.

“I think maybe I did.”

He was silent for a heartbeat. “How many years before we have to start threatening the little pecker-heads?”

“She’s six.”

“Shit. I need to start broadening my knife collection.” He dropped something and let out a string of curses. “You said her sperm donor hit her?”

“Bastard hit her so hard he knocked out one of her front teeth.”

“Motherfucker.” The promise of death rattled in Conner’s words. “We’re changing her last name. If I have to go down and have a talk with the bastard myself, she’s losing his last name. She belongs to us now.”

“Sara might have something to say about that.” He’d already made up his mind it was something he wanted to do, but convincing Sara might be difficult.

“I got faith in you, bro. You got some skills.”

Viktor grinned. He’d agree.