Me: Can you send me the address of Cian’s mom’s place in Lake Geneva?
He texted back right away.
Jude: What are you up to?
Me: Nothing. Just need the address.
Jude: Not until you tell me what for. If you do anything to piss Cian off again, Liam is going to go mental. He’s already trigger-happy. Don't make him shoot something else.
Me: Cian kidnapped a little girl. I think he hid her at his mom’s place. Address?
Jude sent a screenshot of the address.
Jude: I’ll meet you there.
Me: Not necessary. Gunner is on his way.
Jude: If he’s not with you, then who the hell is? Don’t tell me you’re going alone.
Me: It’s fine. I’m with Blake.
Jude: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? Get out of the car right now.
My phone rang, and I hit Ignore. Jude could just leave me the hell alone and trust me for once. Blake was a father desperate to get his daughter back. He wasn’t a bad guy, just someone who’d made bad decisions.
My phone rang again as we were getting on the interstate. This time I answered since it was Gunner.
“Hello?”
“Where the hell are you?” he shouted down the line.
“About to go past Six Flags. I messaged Mika where we were going.”
“I asked one thing of you. One. And that was to stay in the car. Imagine my surprise when I got out of the warehouse and found you gone.”
He was yelling now, and I had to hold the phone away from my ear. I’d been through this many times with my brothers. I’d just let him get it all out first and then hope he’d understand why I didn’t stay put.
His tone eventually got quieter, and I went into damage-control mode. “I think I know where Sofie is.”
Gunner stopped midsentence, and I forged on. “I didn’t think of it earlier, but Cian’s mom lives out at Lake Geneva. I only know because when Jude broke into Cian’s mansion, we found a folder with all his properties on it. Jude took a photo and still has the address.”
“Send me the address. And I swear to God, if there is so much as a hair on your head missing when I find you, Blake is not going to see daylight again.”
I forwarded him the screenshot Jude had sent me. “I’ll be fine.”
“You better be.” His voice was gruff, and I could picture his frown in my mind.
“Don’t worry. I’m an Olysses. We know how to take care of ourselves.”
He huffed. “Don’t I know it. Stay alive until I get there, spitfire.”
“I’ll try my best.”
We hung up, and I slumped into the seat. Could have gone better, could have also gone worse.
“I’m sorry to put you in this position,” Blake said, diverting my attention from my phone.
“It was my decision to come with you.”
