Liam's POV
I sat in the silence of my living room, the weight of the past few days pressing down on me. The couch that had once been my throne now felt like a prison, holding me captive in my own thoughts.
The mansion felt enormous. I'd built this empire, this life, and for what? To sit here alone while my children…my own flesh and blood, entered the world without me?
My phone buzzed against the table, cutting through the quietness. A text message. From Jackson.
"Mission can't be accomplished. Target is holding a baby. We try again."
The blood drained from my face as I read the words over and over, each reading making the reality more terrifying. Jackson was out there, watching, waiting, and my babies were in the crosshairs of a mess I had created.
"No, no, no," I muttered under my breath, frantically dialing Jackson's number. The phone rang once before going to a restricted line message. I tried again. Same result.
