Page 149 of Bad Bishop
“Tiernan.” I heard Fintan on the other end of the line. He sounded choked up, panting like he ran from New York to Vegas. “It’s Lila and Tierney. There’s…there’s been an accident.” He wheezed. “Lila’s in a bad way.”
All the blood drained from my face. I squeezed my phone to the point where it almost burst into fucking pieces.
“Where is she?”
“In the hospital now. Tierney, too—”
“Which hospital?” I swiveled to signal Luca to call for the airplane.
Luca turned around and made the call. Achilles curved a questioning brow. I’d always been a cold-blooded creature, but right now, I felt like ripping every inch of my flesh, I was burning so hot. The only reason I wasn’t on my knees, a bleeding fucking mess, was because I needed to fix whatever happened to her, make sure that she was okay, before I could let myself fall apart.
“Saint Andrews on Fifth. Someone T-boned them. They say the baby’s in danger.” Fintan’s voice was thick and scratchy with panic. “The bleeding…”
“Is she conscious?”
“No.”
I closed my eyes. The room spun, anyway. A black hole sucking me into darkness. I couldn’t fucking breathe. Worse still, I didn’t see the point in doing so.
Lila.
Lila.
Lila.
I forgot what to do. What to ask. How to function.
“Are you there now?” I strangled out.
“Yeah.”
“Put her doctor on the phone.”
I heard shuffling, and awkward explaining, and the back and forth between Fintan and a male doctor.
“Dr. Delgado here. Are you Mrs. Callaghan’s husband?”
“I am.”
“I understand that you’re out of town? Vegas?”
“I’ll be there in two hours.”
“How do you—”
“Just fucking come out with it. Tell me what’s happening.” I was already rushing toward the door, leaving an active warfare between two Mafia organizations behind.
It all seemed so tedious all of a sudden.
The Rasputins. The Bratva. Honor. My own boo-hoo childhood trauma.
More money, more territory, more weapons, more drugs. More, more, more, when none of it mattered. None of it made me happier. Only she ever did.
“Mrs. Callaghan’s spleen was ruptured during the car accident. The vehicle slammed into her side of the car. We are now managing her blood loss. She also suffers from multiple lacerations and a concussion.”
“Will she be okay?”
The Ferrante brothers tried catching up with my pace as I made my way to our van.
