Page 69 of Hateful Union

“I’d make every fucking cunt bleed.”

I nod, “That’s how I’m feeling now. I’m eleven fucking hours away from her, Danny boy, eleven.” I swallow back the bile and focus on the computer screen in front of me. “Where did they carry her to?”

Melissa hits a few clicks on her laptop and then she shows me the van, the fucking van that has the florist logo on it that’s parked out front of my apartment building. “I’m going to have to track where the van went, it could take a while.”

I nod unable to speak right now as I watch the van speed off, Raylee unconscious in the back of it.

“Holly, you and Romero pack your bags, we’re leaving in fifteen minutes.” Makenna starts to bark orders. “There’s some of your old clothes still here, whatever you don’t have, we’ll buy once we’re in Spain. Danny you pack your things, while Melissa does what she does best. Mal, I’ve got your shit, I’ll have it packed and ready for when we’re leaving.” She doesn’t wait for anyone to respond, she turns on her heel and leaves the kitchen.

She’s a force to be reckoned with on any given day, but add in the fact that she’s pregnant and it’s worse. She’s never been one to take shit lying down and right now she’s ready for war, as are the rest of us.

I tune everyone out as I move towards the window. I’ve fucking failed her. The shit she’s been through and the time that she needs me the most, I’m halfway across the world unable to get to her.

A hand clamps down on my shoulder and I know without turning that it’s my da. “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 can’t fucking lose her, da,” I whisper, finally letting the fear out.

His hand on my shoulder tightens, “I know and you won’t.”

I pull in a shaky breath. “Have you managed to talk to Callie yet?” I ask hoping that he’ll talk so I can get my fucking shit together.

Ma turned up at Granda’s funeral. She dropped the bomb that she had spoken to Callie and told her the truth about Da, no doubt spun a tale or two. Since then, Da hasn’t said a word to anyone about it.

“She’s heartbroken,” he tells me, his voice etched with pain. “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.”

I turn to face him, the sheer devastation on his face tells me just how much he loves her. “You’re not going to listen to that, though, right?”

He shrugs.

I shake my head. “We go and find Raylee, once we do, you go home, you find Callie, and you explain everything to her, Da. I mean everything. She’ll understand.”

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

“Are you ready?” Makenna asks and we both turn at the sound of her voice. “The cars are ready.”

Before I can answer her my phone rings, at the sound, everyone’s gaze comes to me. Holly picks it up off the table and walks over to me as soon as she hands it to me, my finger’s swiping across the screen to answer it. “Yeah?”

“Boss, Kiro spoke to his ma, she’s just found out that Ashton Banks was the one to order the hit on Raylee and Gabby’s villa. When Bentley went missing, Harry did also.”

Fuck. Have we been looking at this all wrong from the get-go?

“Call Joe, I want him using every fucking contact he has. Find Banks.”

“On it, boss, the Silver brothers have spread the word. Banks is a wanted man and is to be brought in alive. The reward is half a million euro. Every thug and lowlife is out looking for him. Any information will be paid for. These Silvers aren’t fucking around. By the time your arse touches down in Spain, we should have a location.”

I fucking hope so. But I can’t help but wonder if Ashton Banks had something to do with Raylee’s previous abduction? Anyone who knows the truth about that set-up is either dead or in on it. My gut churns at the thought.

“Thanks, Chris.” I end the call and stare at the phone in my hands.

Shit. I shouldn’t have fucking left her alone. I should have stayed with her or brought her with me. Now I could lose her and our baby. Fuck. My breath catches and it feels as though my chest’s closing in on me.

I push those thoughts aside. I can’t go there. Not now. Not fucking ever. There’s no other option. I will find Raylee.

“Mal?” Makenna asks with a frown.

I take a deep breath and nod, “I’m ready, let’s go.” It’s time to go home and get the woman that I love.

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