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~DANTE~ "I want every f*****g influential person we know out and searching for Willow!" I roar. "She's pregnant with our child. Our baby. They're both in danger, and I need everyone we know to help bring them back to me. I'm willing to pay as much as needed. All I want is the two of them safely back to me." "We're already gathering everyone we know." Atticus tries to assure me. "I know this isn't easy for you brother. We are all here for you. We're going to get Willow back." I was losing my damn mind. My wife was pregnant. Pregnant. I was still in shock. I kept repeating that one word in my head. Why did I have to find out this way? Why didn't she tell me? Was she ever planning on telling me? It's not like I didn't deserve it after the things I’ve said in the past. I deserved much