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SLOANEHe takes a deep breath before holding my gaze with a small smile. “She’ll be fine,”Ian says, and for the first time tonight, my lungs let out air. My knees almost give out from relief as I hold onto Ian for support. He catches me and steadies me before turning me to face him,“Whatever was given to her wasn’t a sedative we’d normally use in a hospital. I’m guessing it was something cheap and unregulated. The issue is, she’s allergic to it. It made her body react while she was still asleep.” His hand runs down his jaw, his brown eyes locking with mine. “That’s why her breathing was shallow.”“What does that mean? You said she will be fine.”“She’s stable now, and yes, she will be.” He cuts me off before my mind can spiral. “We flushed it out, gave her the right medication, and she’s responding. She’ll sleep for a while, but her vitals are strong.”“And Nate?” I ask. Not wanting to fully relax until I'm certain that both my kids are going to be fine. “He was given more than Ka
SLOANEIan’s whole body goes rigid. The color drains from his face as his eyes lock on our daughter, and for the first time since I’ve known him, I see sheer, unfiltered terror.“Kate,” he breathes while rushing to the bedside and instantly kneeling beside it so he can check on her. “Come on, princess, breathe.” He says as he snatches her into his arms, pressing her against his chest and lifting her. “We need to get to the hospital. Take Nate and follow me.” He orders already rushing out the door. I quickly pick our son and follow him, leaving a groaning and bloodied Tyson lying on the floor. By the time I reach the bottom of the stairs, Ian is packed right at the entrance with the engine still running. “Get in.” He says, and I do just that. Nate is still asleep or passed out. At this rate, I can't even tell, and it makes my anger shoot through the roof. If anything goes wrong with my kids, I will fucking commit murder I swear!“Isabelle and Athena are waiting with a room ready.
SLOANEI stand frozen, watching Ian’s anger unfold like a storm I never believed could exist. I always knew he processed emotions differently, but I dismissed it. He laughed, he frowned, he looked angry the way anyone else would.But boy, how wrong I've been.He hasn’t been living. He’s been repressing. Burying every feeling in a pit so deep it became a graveyard. And now, the grave is open, and everything he’s kept locked away is spilling out all at once: grief, rage, betrayal, pain so fierce it burns like hate.His eyes aren’t Ian’s anymore. They’re darker, wild and almost… unrecognizable.I should be terrified. And I am. But not because I think he’ll hurt me or the kids. What terrifies me is the power of it.The way his emotions consume him is like fire consumes air, and if I don’t act fast, he’ll lose himself completely.“Choose between my forgiveness and keeping little Tyson over there alive. You've got one choice, Sloane. What will it be?”Tyson groans on the floor, blood bubbli
IAN“Ian, let me handle this,” Sloane says next to me, but I ignore her and kick down the fucking door. The apartment is a cheap shit hole that looks like it's on the verge of collapsing. This is where he brought my kids? The handle drops, and I storm in. The fucker is on the couch and stands the moment he sees me.“Hope you said your prayers because I'm here to kill you,” I growl and grab him by the collar, hitting him into the wall, shaking the whole place. “Get the kids,” I say to Sloane, who nods and rushes into what I assume is the bedroom. “Sloane. You told him?” He chokes out the question.“What did you expect? That she would come running to you and you would reunite?” I almost laugh. I slam him harder into the wall, his head knocking against the peeling paint. “You think you can take what’s mine and live to tell the story?”His eyes dart toward the bedroom Sloane disappeared into, desperation flickering like a weak flame. “I only wanted her back. I never wanted to hurt th
SLOANE“Come on. Tell me. I won't hurt you.” Ian continues to run his hand through her hair, and I hold back a scoff. “Tyson has them. He… he picked them up from school, and since they already know him and the teachers know him, it wasn't hard to pass by security. He drugged them. I don't know how. He just came with them like that.” She says, and my heart drops.“Where is he, and why were you working with him?” Ian asks calmly.Lian groans as she shifts, and I watch him help her lie down before she continues speaking,“He is Arnold's real brother. They were both in the orphanage when your father chose Arnold, but they must have promised each other that whoever got out and had a better life should help the other. Were you not shocked that you couldn't get him that transfer? It was Arnold's doing. He forged your father's signature and made it look like Tyson had a powerful father backing him up.” “But why go through that trouble? Why not just send him money rather than risk being caug
SLOANEI watch her face pale as she tightens her grip on the rolling pin. “What are you doing here?” She spits.“Where are my kids?” I ask calmly despite the rage slowly building up. We waited for two hours before she could get here and I was on the verge of losing my mind. Luca was able to pin point the route Tyson took, but the stretch was too wide, we couldn't narrow it down enough. So, we came to Lian's apartment and I grabbed some new clothes on our way here as a means to keep my brain from spiraling and I changed as we waited from the golden goose to come back home. “Why the hell would I have your kids?” She dismisses me. Her gaze turning soft as she walks towards Ian, “Ian-”But block her. Crossing my arms and running out of patience. “Here is what's going to happen, you will tell me where Tyson is and where my kids are or it's going to get bloody.” I seethe through my teeth but she only rolls her eyes trying to get past me so she can walk towards Ian.But Ian isn't in ch