I blow out a breath and lean back in the chair. “She wants to run.” My voice is hoarse.
Why else would she attempt to move her money? I feel nauseous.
“Then tell her what she’s running from. Give her some context so that even if she does try, she understands the danger.”
I nod to myself. He’s right. She already tried. It’s why she set up the fund in the first place.
“Okay,” I say slowly. “We need to move fast. You said the Greeks are going to lock down their accounts?”
“They’re already poking around access logs again. I’ve looped some traffic and masked our IP, but it won’t hold.”
“Then fuck it,” I say. “Blow them up.”
“You sure?”
“They used my wife to come after us. I’m not letting that slide. You said we have access. Use it.”
“I need a day. I’ll start preparing to route their money through shell accounts we control. Enough to cause confusion, maybe even a couple internal audits. But we don’t want them going underground yet.”
“No,” I agree. “But, I’ll let you know when to start moving the funds. I have a couple things to take care of before you do. We need to make it hurt.”
“Oh, it’ll hurt.”
I run a hand down my face.
“And Ryan?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me,” he says. “I’ll get everything set up. It’s not like the movies, Liam. It’ll take a little while. In the meantime, maybe go talk to your wife before she torches your entire plan with one click? After that, you’re going to have to tell Da, because this will be big. I’ll send up a prayer for you.” The line goes dead. Apparently, Ryan is done with this conversation, which is good, because he’s right. He’s just outlined my next two steps.
I’m pulling into Elizabeth’s driveway before I even have time to process what I’m doing.Taryn’s going to try to leave me.The thought is on a constant loop in my mind. I play with the simple gold ring on my finger. No. Fuck that. I’ll chain her ass to my bed if that’s what it takes.
The house is dark, but that doesn’t stop me from pounding on Elizabeth’s front door hard enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. It’s quiet for only a moment before I hear the girls arguing on the other side of the door.
“Open up, Taryn!” I shout through the wood. “It’s tomorrow. I told you I’d come for you if you weren’t home by now.”
That does it. The door flies open and my disheveled wife stands in a tank top and sleep shorts. Tiny sleep shorts. “What the fuck, Liam?”
“Get your pretty ass in the car.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Yes,wife, you caught me. This is my joking face. Now get in the fucking car.” I practically snarl the words at her. I hear a gasp, and look over Taryn’s shoulder to see a wide-eyed Elizabeth, who appears to be reevaluating all her life choices.
“Sorry, Elizabeth,” I mutter. “Taryn and I have things we need to discuss.”
To my surprise, Elizabeth gives me a solemn nod. “I’ll grab your purse, Tare.”
“Wh—wait! No!” Taryn calls to her. “Are you crazy?” she hisses at me as a shiver wracks her shoulders.
It’s still close to freezing outside and I whip off my winter coat to throw it over her shoulders. “Let’s go.” We can come back for her damn purse.
“I told you I was staying the night here!” She throws one arm in the air while the other clutches my coat closer to her.
Okay. Enough. I throw my arms around her waist and hoist her over my shoulder.
