Page 103 of Daniil
Picking fights with a partner doesn’t sound like him either.
Something is definitely going on—and if he’s responsible for Micah’s kidnapping, I’m going to beat him within an inch of his life.
I slowly clench and unclench my fists.
Jesper.
It would make sense.
He has complete access to me—and Micah.
He knew where we were going to be and when.
He even knows about Marcus’s fascination with the langos truck.
Fuck.
I whirl and practically run back to the conference room, just as Senator Reinhold is being brought down the hall.Without hesitation, I intercept them just outside the door and bring my hand to his throat, shoving him against the wall.
“What the hell are you doing?!”he yells, his face turning red.
“Is it Vanta?”I growl, squeezing his throat tighter.
His eyes bug out of his head a little, face getting redder by the second.
Marcus is at my side and three really big guys come out of the conference room but I’m not looking at anyone but the senator.
“Answer me!”I snap, my patience wearing thin.“Is Jesper Vanta your mole here at the palace?”
He’s just staring at me, fear practically permeating out of him.
“You have a pregnant daughter,” I say without hesitation.“She’s pregnant with your first grandchild—is that right?”
He manages a tiny nod.
“I can have authorities waiting outside the room when she gives birth.I can have them take the child and put it up for adoption in another country where none of you will ever find him or her.”
I would never do such a thing but I’m not above using it as a scare tactic.
Despite how red he is, his face goes pale.
“Where is my son?”I growl.“Tell me—or your daughter will be taken into custody.Today.Not to mention your pretty young wife.How well do you think she’ll do in prison?”His wife of three decades lost a battle with cancer a few years back, and he married a woman half his age six months ago.
He sputters and coughs, moving his hands as he tries to speak.
“Let up long enough for him to answer you,” Marcus says dryly.
I release him, though I’m right up against his chest, pressing him into the wall.
“Your Highness…” He’s coughing and flapping his hands.
“Where the fuck is my son?!”I yell.“Sandor, find out where his daughter is.”
Sandor immediately pulls out his phone.He knows I’m bluffing about taking the baby or even hurting her, but we can put the fear of God into this motherfucker.
“No, stop!Please.”He pulls in a shaky breath.“Yes.Yes, it’s Jesper.”
I don’t even turn around, but Marcus knows I’m talking to him.“Find him.Take the Americans with you.I don’t care what you have to do to get the information we need.And if he doesn’t give it up in the first…five minutes, let me know.”
