Page 88 of Fix You

“I promise you can.”

“And my father?”

“My brothers have him tied up and waiting for the three of you.”

At Callum’s declaration, we all exchanged a look with each other. For a moment, I couldn’t find my voice. “What changed your mind?”

“In the end, I didn’t want to deny you the privilege. I know what it meant to me to have been the one to do it.”

“I can’t thank you enough.”

“When you land, call Quinn. He’ll give you the address where they took your father. With the explosion and fire at the warehouse, we had to move him and Carmine.”

“I see.” I swallowed down my rising emotions. “When she wakes up, tell Caterina we love her.”

“I will.” And then he ended the call.

Silence hung heavy around us as we were weighed down by our impending sin. It remained even after we landed and disembarked the plane. Once we were in the waiting SUV, I called Quinn.

“It’s Rafe. Callum said you had a location for us.”

“Come to 700 Summer Street at the wharf. I’ll be waiting for you outside the warehouse.”

“Do you have the necessary tools?”

“We’ll have everything you need,” Quinn replied.

“I’ll see you then.”

When I hung up, I leaned forward in my seat to speak to the driver. “How far are we to the wharf?”

“Maybe fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks.”

As I eased back down in my seat, I didn’t think of the torture that lay before me. Instead, Maeve’s face flashed before my eyes. I don’t know why I thought of her. She was thousands of miles away in Dublin at school.

Maybe my thoughts were with her because Boston was where I’d first met her. More importantly, it was the city where I’d claimed her as mine.

In that moment, I would’ve given anything to see her. To feel her arms wrapped around me as I kissed her velvet lips.

Shaking my head, I tried shaking the memory of her from my mind. Someone as pure of heart and beautiful as Maeve had no place amongst the dark thoughts of my father’s impending torture and demise.

When we arrived at the wharf, my fists clenched in anticipation. A burn started twisting through the muscles andtendons in my arms. One that I knew wouldn’t be extinguished without punches and hits.

One glance at my brothers and they were experiencing the same reaction.

In the distance, I could see Quinn standing outside just as he had promised. After the SUV pulled up, he walked over to greet us.

Like on the plane, conversation seemed to evade us. Quinn had never been a man of many words, and I appreciated that in him today. With a jerk of his head, he led us inside a somewhat dilapidated building with high vaulted ceilings that housed shipping crates.

We followed him for several minutes until we got to the back of the warehouse. There strung up between two shipping crates was our Father. His head lolled to the side, and with blood dripping from his mouth, I couldn’t help wondering if Callum or one of his brothers hadn’t roughened him up a little.

At the sound of footsteps, he slowly pulled his head up. He had the audacity to chuckle at the sight of us. “Well, if it isn’t my sons come to end me.” Cocking his brows, he said, “Truth be told, I didn’t think the three of you had the balls for patricide.”

While Gianni growled beside me, Leo spat on the ground in front of him. “Figlio di puttana.”

I held my hand up to Leo. “I have one question before we do this.”

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