Page 95 of Shattered Union

"You've got the magic touch with teenage girls," Melissa comments.

Callie laughs. "Only because I was one not so long ago."

I glance around the room and see the anger has dissipated from everyone. Now they're all full of smiles. Finally, my family is fucking happy.

My phone buzzes and I pull it from my pocket and see Justin's name on the screen. "Yeah," I say instead of a greeting.

"Got him, boss," he says proudly.

Relief and rage fill me. That arsehole who hurt Callie is now hauled up waiting for me to dish out the justice.

"I'm on my way," I tell him and move toward the door.

"Don't forget to call Maverick," Callie yells as I exit the room.

Last night I woke up to her gasping for breath, her body tense, and her hands clawing at her throat. I knew instantly she was in the throes of a nightmare. Gripped by the memories of what happened. Rage swirled in my gut as she whimpered, trying to fight the assailant. It took a while before I could pull her from the nightmare. When I did, she was shaken, tears leaking from her eyes, and she could not breathe properly. Her heartbeat erratic. I pulled her into my arms, my jaw clenched tight as the shivers wracked through her body. God, I wanted to leave the bed and find the arsehole and gut him where he stood. Instead, I held her tight. It took three hours before she could fall back to sleep.

"Da," I hear as I reach the front door. Turning my head, I see both Danny and Malcolm striding toward me. "We're coming," Danny tells me.

"Don't argue," Mal says. "You've been there for us when the shit hit the fan with us, so we're coming with."

"You two are little shits," I comment, but my words hold no heat.

I'm proud of the men that they have become. Both of them have forged great legacies. They've become great bosses. Their men are loyal to them, they're fair, respected, and above all, they're decent men. Yes, they kill and torture; they run guns and drugs, but they're not animals.

We climb into the car that's waiting outside the house for us. Michael's grim expression has me tensing. "Boss, we found out who he is."

The tightness of his body, the way his lips thin, and the grip he has on the steering wheel has my jaw clenching as I wait for him to get to it.

"William Morrison. He's a soldier for the Kellys," he says and the air in the car goes electric.

"Son of a bitch," Danny bites out.

The rage that had been swirling inside just intensifies. I knew Zoe was a fucking bitch, but going to the Kellys to take out someone I love. That's just devious. Did she really believe I'd let it slide? That I'd let her or them get away with it?

Michael pulls out of the driveway and begins the journey toward the arsehole that hurt Callie.

I reach for my phone and call Maverick, quickly informing him of what I've found out and where we're going. He tells me he'll meet me there. No doubt he'll have Stephen and Jer with him, maybe even Butch too.

Once I'm finished with Maverick, I call my granda. "Dia dhuit," he answers after a few moments. "How are you, Denny?"[Hello]

"Raging," I reply and quickly fill him in on what's happened and who the arsehole is and who he belongs to.

"I'll call a meet with Sean Senior. If he has anything to do with it, Denny, I assure you, I'll take care of it."

My granda isn't the man that takes this shit lying down. He knows Callie's pregnant and what Zoe orchestrated when she found out. He, too, had put the word out that he wanted to know who was behind the attack. Yet no one came forward with information. Which was suspicious. The biggest players in the criminal underworld wanted information, and no one had any. That doesn't sit right. Either William has the backing of his boss, or he was led around by his dick and thought that doing Zoe's bidding would be a great idea. I’m doubting the former, as Sean Kelly is a narcissist who would have bragged about hurting my woman.

Fucking prick.

"I'm on my way to pay William a visit."

My granda's laughter is maniacal. "He's in for a world of hurt. Right, I have a bloody arsehole to contact. I'll keep you informed."

"Thanks, and don't forget about this afternoon," I say. Knowing Callie, Nichola, and Chloe will have our balls if we're late.

He chuckles. "Learnt a long time ago not to piss off a pregnant woman. I'll be there, Denny. Make sure you are. I'll see you then.Slán," he says and ends the call.[Goodbye]

"What did Granda Henry say?" Mal queries.

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