Finn, because he was overprotective as fuck, jerked to his feet and made to storm into the kitchen like he was an ER doc.
Declan, snickering, grabbed his arm. "Savannah’s already doctored it."
"You couldn’t have led with that, dipshit?" Finn snapped.
"Nah. Wanted to see if you’d go running after her."
"Like you’re not as whipped for Aela," he jibed.
While they bickered, Brennan demanded, "What about Camille?"
As my six thousand bots went to work on freezing the website, leaving me a window of time to hack into a back door I was racing to uncover, I asked, "What about her?"
"What do you mean, ‘what about her?’"
"Brennan, are you fucking complaining that Conor ain’t spying enough on her?" Declan drawled. "Dude, we get it, you’re the second kid. You got issues—"
Brennan flipped him the bird—didn’t need to take my eyes off the screen to know that he did either. "Well?"
"Well, what? I know you bought her those stables, and she’s taking over some of the tour rides for kids."
"Which stables?" Eoghan queried.
"Camille likes horses?" Finn asked.
"I bought that under a dummy corp’s name, Conor," Brennan complained.
"Brennan, make up your fucking mind. Do you want him spying on you or not?" Aidan snapped.
Brennan huffed. "I don’t want him leaving Camille out is all."
"Out of being spied on?" Eoghan chided. "You’re fucked in the head."
My lips twitched. "He’s something in the head. Maybe Ma dropped you on it when you were a baby, Bren."
"Or rocked you too close to the wall," Declan jeered.
"Nah, he’s her favorite," Aidan retorted. "If she dropped anyone, it’s you."
While my brothers hooted, I just sniffed as, with a few flourishing attacks, I got into the website and started snooping around.
"What about Savannah?" Eoghan asked me.
"Ain’t it Aidan’s job to be worried about Conor not spying enough on his wife?" Finn mocked.
Aidan just shrugged. "Everyone fucking knows what my wife’s been up to."
"Sucks about her mom," was all I said.
Aidan scowled. "You know about that?"
I hummed as I found my way into the site’s server, creating an access point for myself so that I could visit later on without needing to arm six thousand bots.
Sure, I’d David and Goliathed the hell out of the elite crypto exchange’s website, but I didn’t have time to mess around anymore.
My woman was on the fucking loose—and I needed her back here. Yesterday.
It hit me on the raw that she was the only person in my family I didn’t know the whereabouts of. It hurt like Aidan had stripped a couple slices of flesh off my back and had packed it with salt.