Inwardly, I’m a seething fucking pile of poisonous snakes all fighting for victory.
They’re waiting for me in the Titan’s boardroom when I walk in.
Cash. Caleb. Kyle. Terry.
Mom isn’t present; thank fuck for small mercies.
“What happened?” The door hasn’t even closed behind me.
Terry stands up, providing a barrier between me and my twin. “Before you start throwing a few fucks into your brother, you’d better hear me out.”
“I’m listening.” It’s half true. I know he’s there, but my brain is already imagining how it will feel to pulverize my brother if we don’t find Remy in time.
We’ve been here before. We know how this works. Our enemies find the chink in our armor. They target said chink. Then they threaten to kill them unless we a) part with billions of bucks, b) hand over our successful family business, c) clear the fuck out of New York City and hand it over the lazy fucking cowards who think they can come along and steal it from us.
“There was a security breach. Our tech guys are still working to contain it, but meanwhile, we had to deal with the cops on the premises.”
I don’t look away. “Which part of this has anything to do with Remy going missing?”
I hear myself speaking from a distance like this is happening to someone else in an alternate universe. I wait for Terry’sresponse. When Emily was abducted in Ireland, he reacted in true Terry Keegan style by firing a bullet into her husband’s shoulder before finding out if he was involved.
Terry and I are nothing alike.
When I fire a bullet, it won’t be aimed at anyone’s shoulder.
“All of it.” Terry isn’t losing his shit. Yet. But that’s because he doesn’t know Remy. “They were here to arrest Cash. I had to get him involved.”
“For?”
Something he didn’t do. It wouldn’t be the first time my brother has been framed for crimes set up by our enemies. For some bizarre reason, they view Cash as the Murray with the biggest target on his back.
Terry raises his hands. That’s when I get the first inkling that this is worse than I thought.
“Attempted murder.”
“Sit down, Bash.” This comes from Caleb.
I sidestep around Terry and approach the table. “Do you know where Remy is?”
“No, but Cash?—”
“I’ll sit down when I’ve found her. I’ll sit down and talk about my brother beating the crap out of some fuckwit when I know that she and our unborn babies are safe and well.”
Terry’s eyes flicker, but he keeps quiet. He would do the same for any one of us even though he isn’t our biological father.
Cash stands up next. “Isabella Leone is behind this.”
“No fucking shit, Sherlock.” The red is starting to cloud the cool mist inside my head preventing me from exploding until now. “Do we know where she is?”
His eyes slide back and forth between me and Terry before he speaks. “She’s right here in the Titan, eating dinner with her fiancé, and her parents.”
I shake my head, a joyless smile twisting my lips upward. “Well, if you don’t have the balls to do anything about it, I will.”
Terry places one hand on my chest, the other on the holster slung around his waist. “You will sit down and discuss this the way we always do. As a family.”
I don’t back down. “My brother brought her here without my knowledge, and now you want me to sit and listen to what he has to say.”
“That’s exactly what I want.”
