Chapter One Hundred and Thirty

Dimitri

Nikolai was gone.

Those three words kept repeating in my mind like a death sentence.

Irina was screaming, crying, clawing at the empty car seat like she could somehow bring him back.

"Where is he?" she sobbed. "Where is my baby?"

I pulled her into my arms even though I wanted to scream too.

"Viktor," I called out calmly. "Find whoever was supposed to be guarding this vehicle."

Viktor nodded and ran off.

I looked down at the car seat.

There was no blood, no sign of struggle. Because he was just a baby.

Whoever took Nikolai did it quietly without alerting anyone.

"Dimitri,"...