Page 24 of Daddy Frost

“While I agree Elvine has been acting insane lately, there’s no need to call her names,” Damon growled. “Give her a break. She’s pregnant, so she’s allowed to be nutty.” He paused. “Well, nuttier than she already was. Still, I don’t appreciate you calling her some weird form of a witch.” Damon muffled the phone. “I think our dear old dad is finally having some kind of breakdown. Maybe it’s got something to do with finding his mate. His brain might have short-circuited or something.”

“Give me the phone,” Jaytee snapped. “Hello? What’s going on, Dad?”

“I need to talk to Whichello,” Kalen repeated, his tone more irritated than guarded this time. “And tell Damon he’s no longer allowed to cook. Our kitchen is for meals, not sex, goddamn it. I prep food on those counters.”

“First, you’re on speaker, so he heard you. And second, who in the hell is Whichello? I thought you said your mate was human? What’s going on? Has he tied you to his bed and is forcing you to be weird?”

“Good one.” Damon chuckled. “Shit, he can hear me. I’m just going to slink out of here. Forget you even talked to me, Dad.”

Kalen wished he could forget the entire conversation. And what did Delta being human have to do with anything?

“You can’t slink, moron. You’re pregnant,” Jaytee teased. “All you can do is waddle, waddle, waddle.”

Kalen closed his eyes once more. How on earth was he related to his twin boys? They knew how to throw down when it came to fighting, but there were times, like now, when he questioned their common sense.

“Pregnant?” Delta stared wide-eyed at him. “Did your one son just say your other son is pregnant?”

Jaytee and Damon fell silent. Then Jaytee groaned. “You didn’t tell me he was there with you and listening, Dad. You cannot kick my ass over this. It wasn’t my fault.”

“Hey, Delta,” Damon blurted out. “Welcome to our family. Tell my dad not to murder us in our sleep. Appreciate it.”

“I will talk to you two when I get home,” Kalen gritted out.

“Wait, who’s Whichello?” Jaytee asked.

“Bring me some gummy bears!” Damon shouted.

Kalen ended the call. He was going to kill Jax for not answering.

“Okay, maybe now I see why you didn’t want to take me to your house.” Delta took a few steps closer, the terror finally gone from his eyes. “How on earth is a guy pregnant? Where is the baby even going to come out of?”

Taking a deep breath, Kalen tucked his phone into his pocket, wishing he could start this day over. “Answer my questions and I’ll answer yours.”

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“What part of kidnap, not kill, do you not understand?” Leo clenched his jaw. This was what happened when he tried going the cheapest route. He ended up with an idiot who couldn’t comprehend a simple piece of instruction. Twice now Leo had had to repeat himself, because he’d already paid Mr. Fox—a ridiculous name he insisted Leo call him—who had a strict “no refund” policy. So Leo had no choice but to deal with the buffoon.

This was the last time he hired anyone from an ad on the back of some seedy magazine.

If the guy killed Delta, Leo was going to be pissed.

And Mr. Fox would give him a goddamn refund.

It had taken forever for Leo to get into Delta’s account and enable his location on his cell phone. Either his nephew had somehow accidentally turned it off or he’d done it on purpose. If he wanted to ditch Leo, Delta would have to try a hell of a lot harder.

“Hang on,” the guy said.

Leo frowned when he heard his phone ping. Had the asshat just… “Did you seriously just send me a picture of him?” he asked incredulously. There was no way the guy could be this incompetent. Even a six-year-old would know not to send pics of a victim on a cell phone.

“Look, I’m just making sure I got the right guy. There’s no need to get pissed about it,” Mr. Fox argued heatedly.

Sweet fucking hell. The guy was trying to get Leo sent straight back to prison. “Do not send me any more snapshots,” he ground out. He’d already shown the guy a photo of Delta. His nephew had platinum hair for crying out loud. How could Mr. Fox forget so fast how Delta looked? It had been only two hours.

“So, is that him?” Mr. Fox asked, seeming unfazed by Leo’s last outburst.

Frowning, Leo expanded the picture and took a closer look. “Yeah, that’s him, but who’s the guy with him?”

His nephew didn’t have any friends, none that Leo knew of. But if the massive biker was with Delta, that might complicate things. This was supposed to be an easy snatch job. That was why Leo had decided not to invest good money into having his nephew kidnapped.

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