Page 85 of Fix You

As my lip curled in disgust at my groveling, Edoardo replied, “I’m glad to hear that. Does that also mean we can plan on holding the engagement party in April?”

My gaze dropped to the calendar in front of me. It was the 15th of March, and it appeared very aptly the Ides of March because I felt like I was getting stabbed just like Caesar.

At the tightening of my throat, I reached up to pull at my tie. “Yes, that will work.”

“Good. I’ll tell Andrea and my wife to begin preparing.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you then..”

As soon as I hung up, the door to my office opened. The man once again appeared, and like before, he didn’t say a word. He merely walked up to my desk and held out his hand for the phone. Once I handed it to him, he left my office without a goodbye.

When my phone rang immediately, I debated throwing it across the room since I imagined it was Edoardo testing me. But when I glanced at the screen, it thankfully wasn’t him. Instead, it was one of my contacts at Logan Airport. In the early days of my Kavanaugh alliance, I wanted eyes on the ground about their comings and goings. “Ciao, Fernando.”

“Hey man, you’re not going to believe who just flew in here.”

“Who?”

“Your father.”

I rocketed forward in my chair. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes. He was under an assumed name on the flight plan, but I saw him coming out of the jet.”

“He’s going for Callum again…” I swallowed hard. “Or Caterina.” Rising out of my chair, I made my way around my desk. “I gotta go. I owe you.”

After I hung up, I stared at my phone, debating who to call–Callum or Caterina. Relying on my belief that there was still some good in my father, I dialed Callum. “Fuck,” I muttered when it went to voicemail.

As I continued letting it dial, I texted Leandro and Gianni

SOS—at the airport

By the time I reached the ground floor of the building, Leandro was waiting for me. “What’s happened?” he demanded.

“Father’s been spotted at Logan.”

With a grimace, Leo muttered, “Fuck.”

“I keep calling and texting Callum SOS, but the fucker isn’t responding.”

As we started for the black SUV parked outside, Gianni came wheezing out of the stairwell. “Fucking. Elevator. Wouldn’t. Work.” After bending at the waist, he huffed, “Tell. me.”

After relating to him what Fernando had said, he righted himself. “Fuck,” he replied, mirroring Leo’s response. Without another word, we started gunning for the SUV. Once we were inside, the car squealed away from the curb.

I once again brought the phone to my head to call Callum.

“I’ll try Caterina,” Leo said.

“I’ll give Quinn a shot,” Gianni added.

As the others made their calls, Callum finally answered his phone. “Rafe?” he questioned.

“Why the fuck didn’t you text me back?”

“Excuse me?”

“I sent you a couple of SOS texts.”

“What’s wrong?” Callum asked.

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