"The first EpiPen didn't work."
"Fuck," he sucks in a deep breath, his eyes wide and glassy.
"Yeah."
Daithí closes his eyes. I watch him pull in a few deep breaths before he turns back to me. "Is she okay?"
I nod. "She's okay," I assure him. "She's pregnant."
Daithí freezes. "What?"
"Eight weeks."
For a second he just stares at me, then he laughs. It’s a short, disbelieving sound. "Quinn's pregnant?"
I nod.
The smile that appears doesn't reach his eyes, because he's already doing the math. He understands what could have happened. "That fucking bitch."
"I'm going to find her," I promise him.
Daithí meets my gaze and nods, because there's nothing else to say.
The drive to New Hampshire takes us an hour and ten minutes
Nobody talks and I’m fucking grateful that they’re not. Marco’s driving and Ciro’s upfront, giving me space and peace in the back. I watch the miles disappear beneath us and think about all the ways I’m going to kill Daire. I know that I’m going to enjoy it. This bitch went to fucking far and now she’ll pay the price for all the shit that she’s put Quinn through.
I check my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, no message from Quinn. She’s safe. Daithí arrived, and he brought both Caden and Conn with him. He’s staying with her until I return. They’re pissed at me for not calling them last night when she was first brought in. I get it I’d have been pissed had it been any of my sisters, but I was so consumed by pain and fear that my mind wasn’t clear enough to think of calling anyone.
I look back out the window, the rage is still there.
It's been there since I watched her struggle to breathe. Since I heard the doctor tell me my wife was pregnant. It’s been sitting in my chest, cold and heavy.
"You okay?" Ciro asks, glancing back at me.
It's a stupid question, we both know it. "No," I say coldly. I’m far from okay. I’ve pushed the all consuming rage I’ve felt down while I focused on Quinn and assuring myself that she’s okay, that she’s alive. Now, I need to unleash it.
Within minutes a cabin appears between the trees, it has lights on, which means someone's home. Good, because Daire’s about to get what’s coming to her.
The door isn't locked, the stupid woman thinks she's safe. How fucking naive. I step inside and close the door behind me.
Daire is sitting at the kitchen table when I walk in. She looks up, sees me, and goes pale. "Where's Rurik?"
I stand with my arms over my chest. I watch her eyes widen as she gulps. "He told me where to find you."
The silence stretches, I smile as I watch her figure it out, enjoying the moment the panic hits, loving the realization settle in as she realizes that nobody is coming for her.
Not this time, never fucking again.
"Lorenzo—"
"Don't." I rumble and the anger in my voice makes her flinch.
"I can explain," she says, her eyes wide and pleading. God, she’s a good actress, but I don’t believe a word that she says. “Please, Lorenzo.”
"No." I take a step toward her. "You don't get to explain." Her jaw tightens but I don't stop.
"Tony talked. Bruno talked."
