Vincent sighed. “We will discuss that later. After your beloved has had a chance to get settled.” Vincent leaned forward and placed his arms on the desk. “Is there a reason you stopped in here? Other than to annoy me?”
“That was never my intent. I only wished to stop in and ask about getting Abel’s things. Also, a request,” I said.
“Which is?”
“I want his father if he’s still breathing.”
Vincent’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“His father. You know how to find people just as well as I do, but you have more time.”
“You will need to give a bit more information. Why am I locating his father?”
“Because his father was the one who sold Abel into sex trafficking. I want him to pay for what he did to his son. This was years after physical and mental abuse. I want him.”
Vincent held eye contact for a long moment before he nodded. “I’ll see what I can do. No guarantees though. I would think the council has already done something with him for doing such a thing.”
“That was why the ‘if he’s still breathing.’ He won’t be the only one I take out. His brothers all abused him as well. I want them all to pay for what they did to him.”
Vincent nodded. He understood. We’d dealt with others who had caused past wrongs. We took care of others who were “issues” currently as well. It was part of who we were.
“I won’t keep you from your beloved, but if you could find the time when you’re notgetting your dick sucked, send me everything you can about his family.”
I scowled. “You know, for someone who had my beloved kidnapped and brought here, you’re acting like you’re upset now.” I shook my head and left the office without waiting for a reply. I could just as easily find Abel’s father as Vincent could.
I left Vincent’s office, turning left to head toward the kitchen. I heard voices before I got there and found Mazzi standing at the counter. He was smiling at something someone was saying, and I stopped short at the new face.
“Ciao.”
The new face looked directly at me and smiled.
“Marcello!” Mazzi said before he rounded the counter. I leaned in and kissed his cheeks.
“Mazzi,” I said, my eyes never leaving the unknown face.
“So, this is Marcello? He will have a mate who will also be needing my services?”
I narrowed my eyes. Vincent must have been incredibly upset with me to not have told me that there was someone new in the coven.
“Possibly,” Mazzi said with a glance back at the new guy. “Marcello, this is Rio. He was sent here by Master Edison to help with my delivery.”
Ah, that made sense, then. I held out my hand in greeting. Rio shook it and then dropped it with a nod.
“I hear you are currently newly mated,” Rio said.
“Yes, but my beloved is an omega. He’ll deliver through an omega line if he’s caught.” Personally, I didn’t see how it was possible that he hadn’t caught, but it did happen. “I assumed that Sandro would deliver our child.” I turned to Mazzi. “It is good that you have another warlock here to help with your delivery.”
“Yes,” Mazzi said, but the frown was unexpected. “You don’t know, I suppose, with you and Abel just claiming one another.”
“Know what?”
“Sandro took off,” Mazzi said. “Once Rio arrived, Sandro left.”
I looked at Rio, my thoughts racing. Where was our friend? “I guess you will possibly need to assist. We’ll have to make sure Abel is pregnant first though.”
“Of course.” Rio nodded. “I can do a quick examination whenever the two of you wish.”
Immediately, my protective instincts went up. Mazzi seemed to pick up on it. “It’s magical,” he said. “Literally a swipe of a hand over Abel’s torso.”
