Where's my son

ANDRE POV

I was f*cking pissed off.

First I was furious at that ball of meat that had the nerve to put his hands on what was mine. Now, all of my anger was directed straight at the woman trapped against the wall in front of me.

After a whole damn year of looking for Catherine and the baby she took from me, here she was. Here she f*cking was.

In some ridiculous club in the middle of New York City.

And worst was, she was working as a waitress. A freaking goddamned waitress.

How the hell was she even taking care of my child with such a nauseating job? Did she even have the time to take care of the helpless baby when she was here serving drinks to horny assholes?

All those thoughts ran through my head but I brushed them aside to concentrate on her.

Catherine, my gorgeous Catherine. Perhaps, I didn't have the right to call her that now.

But until the moment she fled, she had been my wife and no proper separation document was made.

Needless to say, she was still mine.

Her beautiful hazel eyes darted around, avoiding my gaze.

Her heart-shaped face was just as I remembered, those delicate pink lips and high cheekbones… but her gleaming dark reddish brown hair was longer than before, with some loose strands framing her face.

With growing anger, I looked down at her body.

What the hell was she wearing?

She looked like a cheap séx worker in the uniform.

Her body looked riper and curvier than the last time I saw her, but the difference was not much.

If I was not the one that got her pregnant, I would never have believed that this body of hers had carried a baby.

Her body was all mine, and it was now exposed in some cheap, flimsy outfit for pigs to stare at.

It was pissing me off the more I thought about it.

I grabbed her wrist again and pulled her off the wall.

She did not resist this time as I pulled her straight to the parking lot, where my Porsche was parked.

My grip on her hand loosened a little as I fished into my pocket for my keys, and she took that opportunity to rip her wrist away from my death grip.

I glared at her, as her mouth opened, perhaps to yell at me but I beat her to it.

“Where the f*ck have you been, Catherine?” I growled, facing her fully, so my shadow was cast over her smaller body. “How dare you take what’s mine away from me?”

She backed away from me, eyes shining with fury. “How did you find me?”

“Get in the car,” I ordered, in a non-negotiable tone, unlocking the door. “Move your ass in, or I’m going to f*cking throw you in myself.”

She stared at me with wide eyes. Then she regained her composure and stood on the ball of her feet.

It was ridiculous because I still towered over her.

“I am not going anywhere with you, you asshole! Why can't you just leave me the hell alone? Like I said before and I am saying again, I am not yours anymore. I don’t want you in my life anymore, just leave me the hell alone!”

“Never,” I said, gruffly.

She was mine, her life was mine, and her baby was mine. All mine and I'd never let her out of my sight. “Get in the car right now—”

“Or what?” She spat, crossing her arms stubbornly under her breasts.

The motion pushed her soft cleavage higher in that tight, white shirt. Her breasts were so full, that I immediately knew she was still nursing our baby. It made me furious just thinking of how many men had ogled at her breasts just tonight alone.

“Or you will face the consequences of going against me,” I said. “Your punishment for running away is bad enough, don’t f*cking make it worse.”

“You don’t scare me, Mr. Gray!” She yelled at me. “Why don’t you just do your worst?!”

I lowered my voice, taking another step towards her. My eyes met hers, and she tried to stand her ground against me. I asked, “Where is my son?”