He’s gone before I can say anything, the slamming door almost a reprieve. I sag against the wall, tears suddenly streaming down my face and when I wipe at them with my bound hands, I scratch my cheek with the rope.
Of course I do.
Closing my eyes, I press my forehead into the wall, my thoughts flooded with images of Perry. He needs to find me, but does he actually care? I know we’ve grown closer, but I also frustrate him. Maybe he’ll realize life is easier without the little wifey around. I’m a pain in his ass. A burden he didn’t ask for—and now I’ve become an even bigger problem than he ever bargained for.
Seamus is also a Morelli. The Constantine family’s biggest enemies. It might be easier for Perry and the rest of his family to leave me with Seamus because they don’t want to deal with the Morellis. I wouldn’t be surprised. I’m sure my own father feels the same way. Everyone does.
And the idea of that…
Devastates me.
Tears streaming down my face, I realize there isn’t a single person in my life I can think of who would drop everything and come save me.
Looks like I need to figure out how to save myself.
Chapter Two
Perry
“You need toquit pacing.”
The complaint from my little brother Keaton only makes me pace faster. “Helps me think.”
“You’re making my head spin,” he protests.
I come to a stop. “That’s great. Really feel bad for you. Hate that your head is spinning when my wife has beenkidnappedby amadman.”
Keaton blinks up at me, shock etched into his features. He’s a good-looking kid. We share a few of the same features but he’s stockier. More muscular. All those years on a rugby field will do that to you.
“Sorry, man,” he mutters, appearing contrite.
I give him a quick nod, not saying anything. My baby bro may be bigger than me, but I’m so enraged right now, I know I could take him. If left unchecked, I could probably do serious damage.
All while pretending he’s Seamus McFuckit.
God, I could kill him. Worse, that’s my attitude right now. Fuck it. You wanna come for me? Come for me, not my wife. The moment I find his ass—and after I find Charlotte and know she’s safe—I’m killing him.
No one can stop me. It’s happening. I will destroy that threat once and for all.
“Hey, calm down.” This is from Winston, who puts himself in my way so I have no choice but to finally stop pacing.
We’re at the Constantine Compound. Winston called for all of the Constantine men to meet here and strategize our next move when it comes to Charlotte.
Yeah, that’s what we’re doing. Strategizing Charlotte’s fucking kidnapping. Winston’s treating it like a business meeting while all I can think about is my wife.
Is she hurt?
Is she safe?
Is she scared?
I can’t stand the thoughts racing through my brain. There are worse ones.
Darker ones.
Is she thrilled to be back with that asshole?
Has she been secretly in love with him all along?