Santiago’s pov
“Just how f*****g hard can it be to find her? Scarlett told us where she was. Bring everyone, and we can tear that motherfucker to pieces!” I frown at Franco yelling at me inside my freaking home with my kids. I growl, lifting up River, who took his first steps just days ago, still not that fond of running around, not like his sister sits down for once in the playpen, chewing on a toy.
She is the cutest thing ever when I snap my eyes back to the raging Beta like he is the only one feeling that way like I’m not f*****g crying every time I see my pups and know that she isn’t here to see them grow up.
“Don't curse around my pups, Beta!” I give him a stern look, and TJ puts his hand on Franco's shoulder, and he relaxes, feeling the tingles. Oh god, I haven’t felt that in fore
