I will. Even if I have to claw through hell itself.
We step out of the car, the jet is there ready for us, and I feel a little better knowing I will soon be in the air and one step closer to her.
“Let’s get your girl.” Marco slaps my shoulder.
Behind him, Nico sharpens two knives. Uncle Sebastian's loading rounds into magazines, Milo’s on the phone with our contact in Ireland, and Marco is on his iPad looking into every camera feed he can hack into, to see the live Irish mansion feeds.
As I step onto the plane, my phone beeps with a message, and I quickly grab it out my moment praying it’s her.
Unknown number.
She gets married on the day you land, this is where…
Another message comesthrough with numbers, and I throw the phone to Marco so he can look into it. Who the fuck is this person, and how they hell do they know everything?
“I’ve got the address, and I’m seeing if I can hack this phone to see where the messages are coming from.” I give Marco a nod. My blood turns to ice, knowing they’re still going ahead with the plan they have, and we don't have much time.
“You know Anna said once this is all over, we need to go out for a double date.” Nico sits down next to me tapping on his phone. “She also said, tell Matteo you’ll find her.”
“Didn’t think you were the double date type of man,” I joke with him. Half the time it’s hard to get a conversation out of him, never mind seeing him on a date in a restaurant.
“I’m not, fucking hate them, but Anna is. She smiles, that's all I care about. I would much rather be out killing someone.” Now that makes me laugh, the man is always thinking about killing someone.
I suppose this is the best person to have in my corner when we land in Ireland.
Now I have to wait for us to cross the fucking pond, to get my girl back. I hear Marco in the back talking about where thechurch is, and other things, but at the moment, I can’t focus on anything.
I just need to get there.
Chapter 46
Aoife
The cold is different today; it’s biting me, warning me, but there is nowhere for me to go. Where can I go? I can’t step foot out of the bedroom, and I have two men in the bedroom at all times. I can’t even go to the bathroom without someone watching me.
They took me right after the final trial.
Dragged me out of Blackstone like I was nothing more than a stain. A mistake.
Every breath and every move I take is watched like I’m some sort of high-risk problem. Even when I close my eyes, I know someone is standing over me. I have no freedom.
I don’t even have that choice anymore.
They’ve taken eventhatfrom me.
The room is silent. Only the slow tick of the clock and my own ragged breath fill the space. I sit in front of the mirror, removing my makeup, the wedding make up for the third time. They want me to get married, doesn't mean I have to look the way they want me to.
Then the door creaks. I look into the mirror and see Uncle Liam walking in. His presence makes the shadows crawl up thewalls. I freeze where I sit. Out of fear. My father behind him, looking as annoyed and angry as Uncle Liam.
"You were supposed to unite us. Instead, you whored yourself out to a Messina.” My father’s words slap harder than his hand has been hitting me.
But then the real slap comes. Hard. Open-palmed. Across my face. My cheek explodes in pain, but it’s not the pain that breaks me.
My ribs ache where they kicked me last night because I wouldn’t go down for dinner. Father has been the worst out of the two. They can kick me, slap me. I don’t care, I will not walk down the aisle without a fucking fight.
They said I needed reminding of who I belonged to.
But I don’t belong to anyone.
