Page 29 of Shattered Union

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Aweek later and I’m still in the States, Callie’s still not answering her phone. It’s as though she’s blocked me. I honestly can’t blame her. She was devastated when I spoke to her and I hate that, it fucking guts me that I’m the cause of her pain.

Walking into the kitchen with Danny at my side, I see Malcolm and Holly talking quietly. Those two are closer than the rest. While they all have love for each other, Mal and Holly are the closest.

Malcolm’s phone rings, pulling our attention to him. “Yeah?” he answers gruffly.

I know he’s dying to get home. He’s found himself a woman, someone I like for him. She doesn’t take his shit, and she gives as good as she gets. Mal is head over heels. And just like his brother, Danny, Mal’s got the poor girl pregnant. Why neither of my sons know how to use contraception is beyond me. With Zoe, I know the bitch tampered with my condom. I’ve never gone bareback with anyone. Except Callie. Even when we were married, I’d still fuck her with Johnny.

“Gone fucking where?” Mal whispers hoarsely, his body wound tight. “Chris, where the fuck is Raylee?”

Just like that, everyone is on alert.

Fuck. She’s pregnant, and some arsehole has her.

I pull out my phone and call my pilot. My private jet is at the airfield, waiting for word to take me home. I tell him I need the jet fuelled and ready as soon as possible. Thankfully, he tells me we’ll be ready to take off on the hour.

“Flight leaves on the hour,” I tell Mal when he looks at me. This month just gets fucking worse as each day passes.

Mal glances around the room. “Who’s coming?” His voice is hoarse, it’s filled with pain and anguish.

I feel helpless. Right now there’s nothing I can do for my son.

“We all are. Lis is looking at your security feed, seeing if she can find anything to track where they took her,” Danny announces. And just like me, the rage is swirling in his eyes.

Fuck. This is utter fucking shite. We’re a fucking ocean away and can’t do anything until we arrive in Spain.

Melissa gasps. Her eyes are wide and filled with sorrow. “She’s pregnant,” she whispers, announcing what Malcolm and Raylee had kept a secret for a while.

The sharp intakes of breath from around the room, tells me everyone has heard.

We all gather around Melissa’s laptop and she shows us the footage from Malcolm’s apartment where Raylee was staying.

I watch on as three motherfucking bastards beat her and carry her out of the apartment complex and into a waiting van.

Where the fuck was the security team Mal had on her?

Makenna issues orders, and I focus on my son. His body is tight as he moves away from everyone and toward the window. Right now, he needs to be alone, but I can’t do that. I walk over to him, laying my hand on his shoulder.

“She’s strong, son, she’s going to be okay and by the time we land, we’re going to know exactly where she is.” I tell him, hoping he’ll pull himself together, push aside the fear and pain and focus on the anger. Use it as a channel and tunnel it until he finds her.

“I can’t fucking lose her, da,” he whispers so only I can hear.

I bow my head. This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen him, and it pains me that he’s this way.

I tighten my grip on his shoulder. “I know and you won’t.” I fucking hope not. I don’t think he’ll survive losing not only Raylee but also their unborn child.

“Have you talked to Callie yet?” I know he’s only asking to take his mind off the thoughts of what could be happening with Raylee.

“She’s heartbroken,” I tell him as I rub my chest. The pain is there, winding me. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to hurt the one you love? I can’t fucking do anything because she won’t talk to me. She’s told me she wants nothing more to do with me.”

“You’re not going to listen to that though, right?” he questions with the quirk of his brow.

What the fuck am I meant to do? She wants nothing more to do with me.

He shakes his head. “We go and find Raylee, and once we do, you go home, you find Callie, and you explain everything to her, Da. I meaneverything. She’ll understand.”

“I hope you’re right, son, I really fucking do.”

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