“What the fuck?” Conor shouts, and tries to move to his mother, but Nico stops him, and Marco places a gun to his head.
“Now where is she?” I ask again.
“She’s in Ireland,” Conor says finally. “In the north. Our house.” He looks down. “She’s safe. For now.”
I lower the gun, just slightly.
I look over at my brothers, and it’s Nico who gives me a nod telling me to leave. We have the answers, we don’t need to stay here.
“If you tell them we’re coming, or if a finger has touched her wrong…”
Nico steps forwards and says, “We won’t just kill you. We’ll erase you. Name, blood, fuckinglegacy.”
No one speaks after that. We all turn and walk away.
Now it’s time to get my girl back, just have to figure out what the fuck to do.
The door slams behind us,echoing through the house as we walk further in.
She’s been with them too long, what have they done to her? They could have hurt her, made her marry the old asshole, and he could take her anywhere.
Milo called Father once we left the Irish mansion to inform us of what we know, so they can start working something out.
I place my gun on the table and stand in front of Grandfather and Father.
“They took her across; they took a jet ten minutes after taking her from the training grounds,” Uncle Sebastian says. “We’ve spoken to Lenenzo, and he has a jet ready.”
I narrow my brows, why are we not taking our jet?
“Ours is getting some work done to it. The beauty of having family everywhere.” Uncle Sebastian jokes, but I don’t smile. “Jet goes up in two hours.”
I light a cigarette with shaking hands. Every second I’m not carving Liam’s face into ribbons feels like a betrayal to her. I don’t know if it’s Liam I want to kill more or her father. He’s the one who signed the fucking papers; it’s him who should die.
“She was drugged,” I mutter.
Marco doesn’t look at me. “We know.”
“Do you have a plan?” Grandfather asks, and I lock eyes with him, and shake my head. I can’t lie, we’re going in blind.
“They want her to get married, so she’s there for that,” Father says.
My eyes move to my mother as her eyes burn into me. It’s a warning, it’s her telling me what she’s told the three of us since we held a gun in our hand.
“I know our life, a gun will always be with you three, but promise me you will never kill anyone in God’s house.”
“You need a plan B, if something happens, you’ll be ready. You, Marco, Milo, Nico and Sebastian will be going. If war breaks out, I want every single one of you back, and not in a fucking body bag,” Father warns, and Grandfather chuckles. “You die, your mother will kill me. She loves me, but it will be my fault.”
“Yes, it will.” I hear my mother behind me, and it brings the first smile to hit my lips since Aoife was taken.
“They will be safe. We will work on a plan once we know where she is,” Uncle Sebastian says then continues to tell my grandfather and father everything will be done with thought and calculation before we make one move. All eyes move to me, because they all know what I can be like, and I might fall off the plan.
“I’ll watch him.” It’s Nico who speaks. “He loves the girl too much to fuck it up.”
He could not be more right; there is no way I’m risking hurting Aoife, so whatever they say I’m doing.
We spent the next hour talking about different things that could happen, and a plan for each one to make sure we get out and don’t die.
We drive in silence.The air inside the car is suffocating, and the longer I stare out the window, the more I imagine her screaming. Bound. Alone. Her voice echoing through some cold Irish stone church while she prays to ghosts that I find her in time.
