Chapter Eighty One

Brandon

"It's regrettable that I had to resort to this," I confided in Renner, observing my brother's kids, who were visibly frightened. "I mean, they're innocent."

"I have a soft spot for children, but sadly, I can't have any of my own," Renner remarked with feigned sadness. "Maybe I'll adopt them. What do you think?" He grinned.

"I give you my blessing," I stated, chuckling.

"Now that we have them, what's next?" He questioned.

"Now... I call my brother," I said triumphantly, pulling out my phone and dialing his number.

"Make sure you tell him to come alone," Renner cautioned, adding, "If he involves the police, his children will die."

"Of course," I snorted. The call connected immediately, and I laughed. "Hey, bro. What's up?" I greeted him.

"You bastard!" He bellowed, causing me to pull my phone from my ear. "Where are my children?"

"No need to be so upset, brother," I retorted. "They're unharmed."

"I want to hear their voices," He ordered.

"I give the orders here, bro,"