Just as the end of the first week brought co-operation, the second week brought something even better. The mission the system gave was about to be completed.

When the call came in, both he and Amelia were together. In Kain’s opinion, the call was both a blessing and a curse. He had decided one month of waiting wouldn’t kill him, but his dick and Amelia had other plans.

If the call had come in any later, neither he nor Amelia would have made an appearance until the following morning.

He grumbled to himself that the kids hadn’t even appeared yet, but they were already cock blocking him. As he had since he heard the mission, he contemplated putting the kids in a locked room and never letting them out again.

But he knew it wasn’t viable.

So, against every instinct screaming at him to take the plunge, he helped Amelia put her clothes back on, gave himself some time to calm down, and then they left.

"Are you sure we should go?" Amelia asked from the passenger seat.

Kain, now secure enough in his driving skills, made his way to the orphanage. Cradle orphanages, one of the worst orphanages in the city. It was so dilapidated that even mice wouldn’t live there. Yet, it was still up and running. Both donations and children were being sent.

"No, I’m not," Kain sighed. "You and I both know neither of us is thrilled at the prospect of meeting them, but the mission says we need them."

"Technically, it says locate. We already know where they are."

"But it didn’t give the all clear. Which means we need to go there ourselves."

Pressing her lips together, she looked out the window. He reached out, touching her arm.

"Think of it this way, you don’t have to think about giving birth in the future. You have three ready-made ones. Weren’t you the one who gave my sperm away?"

"Well, now, I don’t want it anymore." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Kain laughed at how stubborn she was being. He didn’t say anything more.

When they arrived at the orphanage, Veronica and Jake were already waiting outside.

"Boss."

"Young lady."

The two called out.

"Why are you two standing out here? Didn’t we tell you to stay with the kids?" Kain furrowed his brows.

"It’s not that we don’t want to..." Jake started, uncertain of how to continue.

"We were kicked out. As soon as we confirmed the children were here, we called. We were welcomed when we first arrived, but as soon as we told the director which children we wanted to ’adopt’, he kicked us out."

Kain let out a sharp laugh, "Seems someone doesn’t want the kids to be adopted. Let’s go." He stepped forward, not waiting for anyone.

He was already annoyed that it took him this long to find these kids. With the connections of the Hartwells, even if someone died in a sewer, it shouldn’t take this long to find them.

Someone was actively stopping them from finding the kids. Whether this was a blunder on their part, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he knew where they were, and he had no intention of leaving without them.

The sound of footsteps crunching under gravel could be heard in the tomblike orphanage. They walked up to the door, not bothering to knock. Stepping inside, the floorboards were rotting. They creaked with every step.

No one needed to direct him. He knew exactly where he was going. The director had the most luxurious residence in the orphanage. It was larger than the orphanage itself.

In order to keep an eye on the children, the director kept his personal wing attached to the old building so he could walk around when necessary.

As he approached the door, Kain quickly contemplated whether to kick it down or try the handle. With wisdom as a strength, he tried the door. He knew he didn’t have an iron foot, so he was sure kicking the door, while it might feel good, would not be the best approach.

With long strides, he entered the director’s he didn’t call out to announce himself. But with the shuffle of multiple feet, the director was alerted and quickly ran up from the basement area.

"I’m here for my kids," Kain said, voice even.

The director extended his hand, attempting to show Kain out the door, while he said, "You’ve come to the right place. Cradle Orphanage has whatever kind of child you might want. Just tell me if there is a required age and gender, let me see if I can find what you need."

Kain’s lip curled into a sneer. He noted to himself that the director sounded more like a salesman than an orphanage director.

"Look, I’m not in the mood for whatever you’re selling. Just give me MY kids."

Kain’s eyes bore into him. The man shuddered, eyes darting around.

"I’ll give you three seconds before I flatten you. Three..." the countdown began.

The director’s eyes darted towards the door. Unfortunately, Jake was standing there, already anticipating that he might try to run. The director’s eyes glanced between the two women. As Kain reached one, the director lunged, but Kain was faster.

Kicking the director in the stomach, Kain held nothing back. The director let out a sound between a cough and a wheeze. Not giving him time to get up, Kain strode over, stepping on the director’s hand.

"Don’t scream," he said. "If you scream, you get hit. Now," Kain paused, "...where are my kids?"

"T-the basement..." he stuttered, pointing to the place he came from.

Key."

"It’s not locked."

Kain pressed harder on his hand. "Not locked?" Kain gestured for Jake to check the door. Only when Jake gave an affirmative answer did Kain lift his foot.

This didn’t mean he let the director go. He dragged him to his feet, forcing him into the kitchen.

"Pick it up," he said, pointing to a knife.

The director trembled but didn’t move. Kicking the director in the back of the knee, he watched the man fall before forcing him to stand.

"I don’t like repeating myself." Gripping the back of the director’s collar, Kain shook him. "One more time, pick it up, or you lose a leg. Whether it’s the first, second, or third won’t be up to you."

This time, the director held the knife.

"Good," he replied, slapping the top of the director’s head.

Before the director could understand the use of the knife. Kain swiftly grabbed the hand holding the knife and plunged it into the director’s chest. He let go, allowing the man to crumple to the ground.

None of the other three made a sound. There was no disapproval, only a silent acknowledgement. Kain and the two women walked to the basement door.

Amelia whispered beside him, "I thought you didn’t want them."

Whispering, he replied, "Just because I don’t want them doesn’t mean someone else can abuse them."

The door of the basement creaked open, and the four people made their way down the stairs. Surprisingly, the basement was well-lit. There was no damp smell, but the smell of chemicals was present.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Jake’s posture became rigid, defensive. The others noticed and braced for an attack. Instead, what they saw left them slack-jawed and disbelieving.