Page 68 of Hateful Union

“What did we miss?” Makenna asks, glancing between Holly and I.

Holly smiles and I brace. “Mal was just about to tell me about his woman.”

Da chuckles, “You’ll like her Kenna, she doesn’t take his shit.”

My aunt smiles widely. “Good, but why didn’t she come with you?”

I glanced at my dad. We hadn’t told anyone but Danny and Melissa that Bentley was missing and neither of my siblings know that we’re expecting. Da gives me a slight nod and I sigh.

“Her brother is missing and has been for over a month. She and Bentley were close and she didn’t want to come in case there was news about his whereabouts,” I explain and Holly’s lip quivers.

Out of all of us, Holly is the most emotional, she’s not closed off like the rest of us. Her life up until recently hadn’t been touched by the life that we lead. She’s innocent, pure, clean. The pure Gallagher. Off limits to everyone and when she was taken, that statement was reiterated, not only by us Gallaghers, but also by the Bianchis. Holly’s husband, Romero, lost his fucking shit when she was taken and he’s made sure that no one will touch her again.

My phone rings on the table beside me, glancing at the screen I see Christian’s name flashing. “Yeah?”

“Boss…” That one fucking word turns my blood to ice. “Fuck, she’s gone.”

“Gone fucking where?” My voice a hissed whisper. My gut churning, my body strung tightly. “Chris, where the fuck is Raylee?”

At my words, the mood in the room shifts, everyone is now on edge.

“We’re trying to locate her.” He releases a heavy breath. “Boss, she was unconscious when they took her out of here.”

I rise to my feet, red-hot rage fills my blood. My heart is pounding as though it’s about to burst from my chest. Fuck. My golden girl.

I hear Da talking and I turn to him. He’s sorting out a flight for us. Melissa’s typing away on her laptop, no doubt trying to find out what happened. Holly’s face is pale, her fear so clear to see. Whereas both Makenna and Danny’s faces are masked with barely concealed fury.

“I’m on the first flight home. Fucking find her, Chris.” I can’t fucking lose her. No fucking way.

“We’re on it, boss, I have Isiah and Clint talking to Kiro and Jake, hoping that they may be able to shed some light on this. She was ambushed, someone came to the penthouse dressed as an employee of a florist, as soon as she opened the door she didn’t stand a chance.”

I close my eyes, trying and fucking failing to get my anger under control. Raylee needs me to have a clear head, to be the fucking boss so that I can get home and find her.

“Flight leaves on the hour,” Da tells me, his eyes blazing with fury.

The grip on my phone is painful, “I heard, I’ll make sure that there’s a car to pick you up. Is it just you and your da?”

I glance around the room, “Who’s coming?” I don’t even recognise my own voice. It’s gravelly, hoarse, and filled with pain.

Danny gets to his feet, his eyes filled with worry and fury. “We all are, Lis is looking at your security feed, seeing if she can find anything to track where they took her.”

“I heard, I’ll keep you informed. We’ll find her, Mal.”

I end the call. We fucking better find her. There’s no other alternative. I need Raylee like I need air.

Melissa gasps and my gaze goes to her, my body getting tighter. Her eyes are on me, wide and filled with sorrow. “She’s pregnant.”

I hear the audible intakes of breaths from behind me and I know that everyone has heard her.

I move so that I’m standing behind Melissa. “Show me,” I demand. Within seconds everyone but Holly is standing around her laptop watching as the man walks up to my fucking front door with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

I see the confusion on Raylee’s face, the way her eyes are narrowed, the fake smile on her face. My gaze goes to the swell of her stomach, that’s sort of hidden by my t-shirt.

Pain laces through me as I watch those fucking bastards beat her, they kick her until she’s unmoving on the floor. When I get my hands on them they’re going to regret even fucking breathing her air.

“We’re going to find her, Mal,” Danny says quietly beside me, his hand on my shoulder, anchoring me. “Don’t lose your shit.”

“What would you do if this was Lissa?” I ask him, needing him to know where I am right now.

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