“Tierney put your life before her own. It’s no secret I hated bringing her into the fold as the daughter of that bastard Declan Blake. But that fierceness in her…it charged you. I had no idea how things would work out, but I know you need a woman who’ll keep you on your toes and challenge you.”
“She definitely did that.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” Ma asks.
“She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
“The woman almost died for you, Bronx. That doesn’t sound like someone who’ll find it easy to walk away.”
I cover my face with my hands and let out a groan. “Christ, I need to get my wife out of the hospital and back in our apartment.”
Ma nods. “Yes, take her home and talk it through.”
I pull out my phone and dial the number for the hospital. “I’m calling to check on my wife, Tierney Viacava. Room 314.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but Mrs Viacava was discharged an hour ago.”
My blood turns to ice. “Discharged? She just had surgery yesterday.”
“She signed herself out against medical advice and left.”
Fuck, I bet that lying little shit helped her escape while I was dealing with Murphy’s people.
“Did she leave any forwarding information?”
“No, sir.”
I hang up immediately and check Connor’s credit card activity on my phone. There were three charges in the last hour for a pharmacy, car service, and the Four Seasons.
I slide off the stool and straighten. “I’ve gotta go. She’s at the Four Seasons. But knowing her, she won’t stay long. I need to find a way to convince her that our marriage is real.”
I’m already heading toward the door when Macalls out to me.
“Bronx?”
“Yeah?”
“Watch yourself, son. She’ll be angry.”
I pull open the door and head toward my car, my heart crashing hard against my sternum, blood pounding in my ears.
Tierney Viacava is mine. She became mine the moment she said ‘I do’ in that courthouse.
She thinks she can run? She thinks she can disappear and pretend none of this happened?
She’s about to learn that I don’t let go of what belongs to me.
I don’t care if she hates me. I don’t care if she fights me every step of the way. I don’t care if I have to drag her kicking and screaming back to where she belongs.
Because she’s my wife. My life.
And I’m done letting other people’s lies tear apart what’s ours.
Tierney can run all she wants.
But she can’t run from me.
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