Page 128 of Fix You

“You’re a selfish prick to endanger them over your fucking cock.”

“Says thebastardowho kidnapped a nun and forced her into marriage,” I countered.

“Fuck. You.”

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it, motherfucker? After what you did to my sister, you don’t have a right to say one fucking thing about what I’ve done with yours.”

“I have every right as one of your allies to protest what you’re doing.”

Maeve shook her head in disbelief. “Quinn said you wouldn’t be happy, but you wouldn’t refuse me.”

“He shouldn’t have spoken for me.”

Tears shimmered in Maeve’s green eyes. “Please don’t be this way.”

“I’m about to be a father. I cannot risk the lives of not only my wife, but my child just so the two of you can fuck each other’s brains out.”

And with that, I snapped.

I lunged at Callum, punching him square in the jaw. All my rage and frustration reined down on him through my fists. We rolled around on the tarmac, kicking and punching each other.

We would’ve kept fighting if Maeve hadn’t grabbed the gun out of Seamus’s holster and fired a warning shot.

“Are you crazy? You’re going to have the NTSB on our asses now!” Callum shouted at her as he jumped to his feet.

“It’s better than the two of you killing each other,” she shot back.

“Like he could have done that,” Callum replied with a sneer.

At his insult, I pulled myself to my feet. “Get on the plane, Maeve,” I commanded. It was obvious I wasn’t welcome in Boston, and as long as Maeve was with me, she wasn’t either.

With one last look at Callum, she turned her tear-stained face away and started climbing the jet stairs. When I started to follow her, Callum’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm. “There’s still time to change your mind. All of this can be made right as long as you do your duty.”

“Fuck you,” I growled before I slung him away.

“So be it,” he replied.

Whirling around, I then jogged up the stairs. I heard Maeve’s sobs before I got inside. Instead of going to the bathroom to clean up from my fight, I went straight over to her and drew her into my arms. “Don’t cry,Tesoro.”

“But it’s so awful,” she cried.

“We knew it was going to be bad.”

Maeve jerked her head up from my chest to stare wide-eyed at me. “Bad? That is the understatement of the year. In case you missed it, that was scorched earth out there. The brother who practically raised me just disowned me. Not to mention the horror of watching the two of you go at it.”

“He’ll cool off and come around.”

“You don’t know him like I do. He’s stubborn to a fault.”

“All mafia men are.”

She shook her head. “It’s different this time with the baby.” At the mention of Caterina’s pregnancy, she started to weep again. “What if we never get to see their baby?”

I drew her against me again. “I highly doubt Caterina feels the same way Callum does.”

“She might. Especially since we’re putting her baby in danger by being together.”

“Caterina grew up in the underworld. She knows there are risks to her child that have nothing to do with us.” I brushed my knuckles along her jawline. “I know Caterina won’t cut me out of her life or her child’s.”

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