“TURN IT OFF!” I scream, the words barely out o’ my mouth before silence resumes.
“We do not have time for you to lose your shit, dude, so suck it up and get it together. Tavish needs you.”
Taking a deep breath, to keep from punching the monitor instead o’ his face since he’s nae here for me to do so, I nod and start cleaning up the mess I’ve made.
“Are you listening to me?”
Nae! I’m deaf.
Ignoring him, I keep picking shit up. If I respond to the little fucker now, I’m liable to piss him off so much he will refuse to help find Tavish.
“If you’re trying to figure out how to find me, don’t. You can’t. Now, are you ready to get back to work?”
I look over at Mack who is salvaging photos from the carnage left behind by my swiping Simon’s desk clear and rub my hands over my face and neck.
“Och, aye. I’m listenin’ to ye. What do ye need o’ me?”
“Us, lad. What do ye need o’ us?” Mack adds.
Nodding but staying silent, I wait for Cato to give us instructions.
“If we truly believe they’re going by boat then, I need ports or places to search camera feeds.”
Mack replies, “I truly believe it. He willnae want the lad around others. He’ll want him isolated so Tavish cannae draw attention to himself.”
“I agree. Plus, kenning what I do from what Tavish has told me and things I’ve garnered from others, Samuel may like to show Tavish off and share him,” bile rises and churns at the thought, but I swallow it back and continue, “but he does it in controlled settings.”
“Alright then. What do you want to do about this woman who may or may not be your sister and who may or may not be involved in Samuel’s plans for Tavish?”
“She’s not.” I refuse to consider that without proof.
“Track her arse down. If she is, she’ll lead us to them.”
I look at Mack, shocked that he went there, but then remember his loyalty lies with Tavish. Which I wouldnae have any other way.
I turn back to the monitor and the phone and say, “Do what he says. I willnae risk Tavish’s life by sticking my head in the sand where it concerns the woman who may or may not be Maeve.”
“Okay. I’ll be in touch soon. Get your shit together and be ready to move.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
TAVISH
I cometo on my belly. Naked.
Pain is the first thing to greet me.
It’s everywhere. Everything hurts.
My asshole.
Butt cheeks.
Face.
Throat.
My mouth.
