I cup his face with both hands, thumbs brushing away the tears on his cheeks. My voice is firm, leaving no room for argument.
“Now isn’t the moment to be talking about relationships, malysh. We will have that conversation when this is over. For now, you are to remain at this safe house. You do not leave under any circumstances. Do you understand?”
Teddy nods, but I can see the conflict in his eyes.
The boy bites his lip, then speaks again, his voice smaller.
“I have a meeting with the TV producer later today,” Teddy says. “The one you brought to my show. I can’t miss it. It could be my big break.”
I put my foot down immediately, my tone brooking no debate.
“No chance in hell is that happening. Daddy’s Orders.”
The words come out sharp and authoritative. Teddy’s shoulders slump. He tries to hide his disappointment, but I see it clearly—the way his eyes dim, the small pout he quickly swallows. Hewants this career opportunity badly. I hate denying my darling boy, but his safety comes first. Always.
“I understand,” Teddy whispers, though the words clearly pain him.
I press a kiss to his forehead, lingering for a moment to breathe him in. Then I step back.
Bobby steps forward as we prepare to leave. I place a hand on his shoulder.
“You did a great job protecting him,” I say, meaning every word. “Thank you.”
Bobby nods, a small but proud smile touching his lips. “Always.”
As the three of us head back toward the SUV, Viktor falls into step beside me. His voice is low, thoughtful.
“I have an idea of how to ensure Teddy stays at the safe house,” Viktor says. “We can make it more comfortable for him… arrange to bring in some of his things, perhaps arrange a something a little fun. It might help him accept the situation more easily.”
I consider it. The suggestion has merit. Keeping Teddy comfortable and distracted could prevent him from doing something impulsive.
“Do it,” I say. “Quietly. I want him safe and calm while we handle the cartel.”
Viktor nods. Ivan remains silent, but I can feel his agreement in the set of his shoulders. The three of us climb back into the SUV, the engine roaring to life as we pull away from the safe house.
My mind is already shifting back to the strike: the timing, the teams, the targets.
But a small part of me lingers on Teddy. The way he looked at me when he said I was the Daddy for him, the trust in his eyes even when I denied him the producer meeting.
He is choosing me.
Despite the danger.
Despite the uncertainty.
I will not let Teddy regret that choice.
Tonight, we end the cartel threat.
Then, I will make sure my boy knows exactly where he belongs.
With me and only me.
Chapter 20
Teddy
With Kirill gone, the safe house feels too quiet.
