Page 7 of Vengeful Union

“She quit.” I plop down in my chair.

“Good. Now you can hire someone who’s after more than what’s in your pants.”

I can’t believe it. I’ve hidden the fact that my father is in the Irish mob for my whole life. I work hours away from Chicago, where everything goes down, and I didn’t know anyone knew my father here.

I have to keep that life away from here. So, it’s really for the best that Cassidy quit, I suppose. Even though now I’ll need to hire someone else.

“Anyway, while she was in here, you got a phone call. They’re on line two.”

“Let them leave a message,”

Sheila shakes her head. “I offered that. They said it’s urgent, and they’d wait.”

I frown. Who can possibly be calling?

“Shit. Fine.”

Sheila walks out, closing the door behind her, and I sit down at my desk, taking a deep breath before picking up the phone and hitting the button for line two.

“Yes?”

“Rory,” my aunt breathes. “Thank God. We’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks now. You have to come home.”

I blink. “Come home?”

My family members always understood why I couldn’t go back to Chicago.

“It’s Bree. Something’s happened.”

Aunt Brina has always been a bit dramatic, but this seems serious.

“She’s been taken.”

“Taken? What are you talking about?”

“She was kidnapped. Oh, Rory…”

“How did this happen? When? Who did it?”

“Rory, please! You need to come back. Your father will explain everything. I have to leave the city for a while, and I can’t leave him alone like this.”

I pinch the flesh between my index finger and thumb to relieve some pressure in my head, and it works for a brief moment.

“I’m on my way.” I hang up the phone.

I book the first flight out to Chicago, which is in three hours.

I rush back to my one-bedroom apartment, a simple, inexpensive place that I rarely spend time at.

I hurry to pack a bag, not even bothering to shower or change clothes. If my sister is in trouble, I have to do the one thing I said I would never do.

Go home.

I arrive at the airport within the hour, and it’s just waiting after that.

I let my mind race, wondering what’s going on with Bree.

My sister has never been the wild, rebellious type. I was more of a pain when I was a teenager than she was.

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