Page 47 of The Irish Rogue

Matteo’s jaw clenched. “You need to get her out of there!” he snarled in a low growl.

“Agree.” Sean was already racing out of the club, heading to his car. When he reached his vehicle, he started to dial, but Matteo phoned instead. Sean almost ignored the call, needing to speak with Kennedi. But Matteo understood how important Kennedi was to him. And Declan! Matteo wouldn’t make a call right now without it being important.

“What?” he snapped as he pulled out of the parking lot, trying not to screech his tires. If someone in the club knew what was going on, he didn’t want them to realize that he was on to them.

Matteo’s voice was calmly lethal. “My private plane is thirty minutes away from Georgia. I’ve already instructed my pilot to land at the local airport and collect Kennedi and your son.”

“Thank you. I’ll call her now.”

“I’ll make arrangements for them to be flown to a secret location. Levi is calling his contact within the FBI requesting assistance with the investigation.”

“Good idea. But I need to get off the phone with you so I can get Kennedi and our son to safety.”

“Of course.” he replied formally. Matteo was a Spanish aristocrat right down to his bones. It was just a shame that he wasn’t acknowledged by his asshole of a father, the Marquis del Campo. The man had another son who was heir to the title, but just like Sean’s half-brother and Levi’s two half-brothers, the “acknowledged” second generation was inept when it came to business. Even worse with Matteo’s half-brother, because he was an addict that was shifting from cocaine to heroin. At least, that was the latest news coming from the del Campo region of Spain.

Matteo ended the call and Sean dialed Kennedi’s phone. She picked up on the first ring saying, “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this conversation.”

“Kennedi,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

“What’s wrong?” she demanded, instantly grasping the gravity in his tone.

“I need you to grab Declan and get in the car. Don’t ask any questions until you are on the road.”

“Why?

“That’s a question, love. Just do it. And stay on the phone.”

“Where am I going?”

“For the moment, just get into your car and don’t look around. Pretend like you’re heading to the grocery store.”

Sean heard movement, but he didn’t relax. Then Kennedi said, “Declan is in his car seat. I’m grabbing my keys and purse.”

There was a short silence, but Sean could hear low thuds as she pushed her way out the door and into the garage. Moments later, he heard the garage door open, and seconds later, her car engine start. “Okay, why did you send me a dress and then, moments later, tell me to get out of the house?”

“You need to drive to the local airport. Don’t speed and don’t look around. Just drive out to the airport. Matteo’s plane will meet you there.”

There was silence for another moment and Sean pictured her concentrating on merging into traffic. “Where am I going?”

“I don’t know yet. I just need you to get on that plane. Don’t hang up. The plane should land in less than fifteen minutes. Can you make it there?”

“Yes. I’m less than ten minutes out.”

“Okay, then slow down so that you arrive just as the plane is landing. I don’t want you to stop anywhere though.”

He could hear the sounds of other cars, but focused on Kennedi’s voice. “Sean, you’re scaring me.”

“I know, love. Just trust me, okay?”

“I shouldn’t trust you,” she argued.

He smiled at that, but then turned serious again. “But you do, don’t you?”

There was a long pause, then she said, “Yes,” followed by a heavy sigh. “I trust you.”

“That’s good enough for now.” He could hear Declan crying in the background. “Don’t worry, honey. Just drive. And keep trusting me.”

Five minutes later, she said, “I’m outside of the airport fence line now. I see a plane coming in for a landing. Is that the plane?”

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