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June wasn’t a naïve virgin anymore, loving the attention of this sexy man who noticed her.
Twenty-eight years old, single, with a child, tired all the time, and watching her son grow up, knowing she didn’t spend enough time with him—that was the life she had, and she hated it.
This was never her plan. Her future had been bright, but that seemed like a lifetime ago.
Entering her apartment, she saw Melissa sitting on the sofa. She was reading from her textbook, which she immediately began putting away the moment she saw her.
“Hey, June. You’re back early.”
“Sorry. Something came up, but I’m home now. How has he been?”
“Really good. He went to the toilet earlier, and straight back to bed. Everything was fine.”
“Excellent, thank you, sweetie.”
She paid Melissa, and waited for her to leave the apartment.
“You have people babysit him? He’s ten,” Killian said.
“Still too young to be left alone, and he gets into way too much trouble without even trying.” She took a breath. “I’ll go and check on him. If you want to put the kettle on, we can talk.”
She didn’t give him the chance to argue as she made her way toward the room she shared with Killian. Opening the door slightly, she glanced over, and frowned. Flicking the light on, she moved toward him, and there where her son should be was a damn pillow.
This was not the first time he’d done this. And each time was as scary as the first.
Leaving the room, she looked over at Killian senior.
“He’s gone!” She rushed toward the door.
“What do you mean he’s gone?”
“He’s not in his bed. He’s done this several times. I’ve got to go and look for him.”
“I’m coming, too.”
They left the apartment, and she made sure to lock the door. She didn’t pretend to live in a good area. Running down the staircase, they exited the building
“It’ll be
faster if we split up. He normally wears this jacket with a hood on. Please, find him.” She didn’t want to hear anything else. She had to find her son.
****
Nothing was going according to plan. It was one fuck up after another, and Killian was getting pissed off. Every second he spent with June was just another pain in his heart because he’d left her and caused this mess. Everything he’d done was with the intention to help her, and yet it had been totally the opposite, and he was so fucking angry about that.
He had a son.
A little boy.
Never for a second could he have imagined being a daddy. Well, he had thought about it before Killer of Kings became part of his life. He’d vowed to be a better father than his own. To always be there, to provide, to love, to nurture. Instead, he’d knocked her up, and abandoned her. She had been fighting every single day.
Maurice had sent him all the details about June Harris. All of the jobs she’d had, the time sheets she’d done. That woman had done nothing but work for the past ten years.
His cell phone started to ring, and he glanced down to see it was Boss. Since calling Maurice, Killian had kept his cell phone on. His intention had been to get away from the damn job, but now Boss was calling, and he had no choice but to answer.
“What?”
“Is that anyway to talk to your boss?”
