I want as many eyes on Ciara as possible, and they’re all under strict orders to look for her.
Cormac adjusts the brightness on his screen. “She couldn’t have gone far. It looks like she left the house on foot.”
“She thinks she can find Mila on her own.”
My jaw aches from clenching it so hard, and my knuckles are white as I grip the steering wheel, but I know the only thing that will ease the pain in my chest is to hold Ciara inmy arms, to feel her warmth against me, to taste her on my tongue.
How did this all go so wrong so quickly?
Cormac looks at me sideways. “I can’t say I blame her. I’d do the same for you.”
“Now is not the time to go soft.”
He huffs a laugh as he shuts off his phone. “What do we do when we find her?”
I don’t answer at first because I don’t know. I’m beyond pissed at her, but I know that, no matter what I say, Ciara will continue to do what she wants because she’s just that fucking stubborn. And I might love her for it.
My phone buzzes in the cupholder, cutting through the silence with a call from Kieran.
I hit the speaker button. “Yeah?”
“We’ve got him.”
Cormac frowns. “Callum? That was quick.”
Kieran chuckles. “I’m that good, brother. We pulled him out of some dive bar near Hell's Kitchen. He didn’t even see us coming.”
I look at Cormac for a second before focusing back on the road. “Where are you now?”
“We’re almost at the warehouse.”
“Rough him up a little while you wait. We’ll be there in twenty.”
Cormac shoots me a look, but I ignore him.
Having some one-on-one time with Kieran will be enough to break Callum so that by the time I get there, it won’t take much to get a full confession out of him.
Kieran scoffs. “You sure you haven’t got your hands full chasing after your wife?”
I swear, the promise of bloodshed always puts him in a good mood.
“She’s not the one I’m about to break in half.”
I hang up the call before he can mouth off again and turn my attention back to the road.
Cormac shifts in his seat, and I roll my eyes.
“Spit it out.”
“We’re turning around?”
“We have to.” I take a sharp U-turn across two lanes of oncoming traffic. Horns blare as cars screech to a halt around us, but I don’t care. “If Callum is involved in this, it will likely buy us some time.”
“How so?”
“He might be an ass, but he’s not the kind to go murdering his sister.”
“Do you really want to test that theory?”
