Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Did you find anything?” I asked, not even trying to hide the emotion in my voice.
“Maybe.” He rubbed the back of his neck like he was uncomfortable.
“Spit it out,” I said.
“You might want to come into the other room so we can speak privately. This may be a bit delicate,” he said.
“Just fucking spit it out!” I had run out of patience the second she was taken. I refused to be delicate or follow any type of ridiculous etiquette when it came to getting her back.
I had already called and threatened two judges that I knew were on the O’Murphy payroll. I was willing to burn down every single bridge and poison every well. I would break every law and ruin my career, taking down every corrupt politician, bribable judge, and dirty cop with me.
So help me God, if there was a single bruise on her delicate skin, I would burn down the motherfucking world.
“Some of my men in the police force overheard others talking. They believe the person who put a hit on Ms. Carmichael may have been your mother.”
The entire world stopped for a moment.
There was a distinct ringing in my ears. My heart beat faster and faster as my fingers curled into tight fists. I shouldn’t have been surprised, and I wasn’t.
There were several emotions swirling in my body, but surprise wasn’t one of them.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, trying to keep a tight leash on my rage. “Did you just say that my mother, Mary Quinn Astrid, was the one who had Eddie taken?”
“It’s worse than that,” he said, this time losing his look of discomfort. He stood with his feet a little more than shoulder width apart, his hands tucked behind his back.
“How could it possibly be worse?”
“They believe it wasn’t a kidnapping. They think it’s a hit. They were supposed to hold her until your mother calls and gives the order to execute her. They are thinking they’re supposed to hold her for a few days before they kill her, and her body will be found in the Hudson.”
My entire body was filled with a cold fire.
Luc stood in front of my face and tried to grab my shoulder, saying something.
I could see his mouth moving, but I couldn’t hear the words.
Then suddenly, all of the rage just exploded out of me, and, stepping back from Luc, I sent a right hook straight through the plaster of the closest wall.
A loud howl of rage resounded around the room, and it wasn’t until I caught my breath that I realized the sound was coming from me.
Calmly, I pulled my fist from the wall, straightened my shirt sleeves then turned and looked at Luc.
“We need to go. Now.”
“Absolutely,” Luc said. “Where are we going?”
“We’re going to face my bitch mother, and God help her if they’ve hurt Eddie.”
Luc must have seen something in my face because he took two large steps back, his eyes wide and his mouth open before he shook himself out of it and nodded.
“Amelia said she was at a meeting earlier today, but she should be home by now.”
“Call Amelia, have her call my mother and verify that she’s home. Do not let her know we’re on our way,” I barked, grabbing my suit jacket and heading out the door, not bothering to look if the men followed me or not.
I didn’t really remember the car ride to my family’s estate. I didn’t remember pulling up or marching into the house. The only thing I remembered was the look of shock on my mother’s face when I barged into her sitting room, where she sat surrounded by her friends who were all on some type of committee about saving something completely fucking asinine. Where, as usual, they would spend more money throwing the parties than they actually got in donations for whatever they were raising money for.
“Harrison, darling, what are you doing here?” she asked, a little flustered when she saw my face.
She quickly stood and tried to usher me and the others out of the sitting room to somewhere more private.
The only reason I allowed that to happen was I knew that I was going to lose my shit. And the last thing I needed was the added pressure of being the subject of more societal gossip. If I was going to threaten my mother with death, I didn’t need any strangers witnessing it.
I didn’t say a word until we were in my father’s office.
The only room I knew for certain was soundproofed.
My father was sitting at his desk, typing away on his laptop. He put his glasses on the desk and looked around the room at Luc, Marksen, and Reid.
“What’s the meaning of this?” he asked.
“Tell him.” I ordered my mother.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snipped, still trying to put on airs since we had company.