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If that’s the case, they won’t wake up until well into the morning.
Meanwhile, Mac and I scarfed down some pasta that he made while I filled him in on why Finn was so upset in the first place. The second the words “Declan Whelan is in New York” came out of my mouth, Mac’s face paled in horror, exactly like mine did when Finn initially told me.
None of us ever thought that demented old fuck would actually stop sending lackeys to do his bidding for him, and grow a set of balls and show his face in our city.
In our fucking city.
But he did, and now we need to figure out how we’re going to get rid of him, not just from New York but from the face of the entire goddamn planet.
Since Finn’s asleep, I have the tedious and beyond annoying task of cleaning up the kitchen while Mac finishes stuffing his face. I’m about to start wiping down the counters when my phone rings on the counter next to Mac. He looks at it and drops his fork onto his plate.
“It’s Sebastian.”
Sebastian would only be calling me for one of two things.
“Answer it,” I tell Mac anxiously as I quickly wipe my hands dry on the hand towel.
“Hey, Sebastian. It’s Mac. Ronan’s here, too.”
“Declan’s in New York.” He wastes no time getting right into it.
“Yeah,” I sigh, “We know. Finn saw him this afternoon. Got away before he could get to him.”
“Oh, shit.” Luca’s voice cuts in in the background. “Is he okay?”
Luca is no stranger to Finn’s story. We filled him in on our lives in the time we spent together while Harper was missing. “He wasn’t. But,” I look down the hallway toward his door, which I left cracked when I ducked my head in to check on them earlier. “He’s better now.”
“Good. Well, that’s not all Seb found.”
“I found Logan. Facial recognition caught him at a pharmacy in Allentown. Looks like he was there picking up some first aid supplies and antibiotics.”
“Holy fuck,” Mac breathes out.
“It’s about a three-hour drive from here,” Luca continues, “Dante and Enzo are already on their way to grab him. Seb traced the car he was driving to the run-down motel he’s staying at. You want us to bring him to the docks or straight to you?”
I look at Mac, and he nods. “Bring him here. I’ll get one of the rooms in the parking garage ready.”
When we moved into this apartment, we had a few “interrogation” rooms installed on our floor of the parking garage. There’s nothing in them besides a drain in the center of the floor, a hook on the ceiling, and a couple of chairs. It’s few and far between that we actually bring people to them, not wanting to risk more people figuring out where we live, but I want Harper to be here for this. She deserves to confront this fucker in whatever way she sees fit before the three of us rain hell down upon him for daring to touch her. And I’ll be fucked if we risk taking her down to the docks.
“Alright. Enzo’s driving, which means they should be there in about half the time. Based on what he was picking up at the pharmacy, I’m assuming he won’t put up much of a fight. I’ll let you know when they have him and are on their way back.”
“Alright. Thanks guys.” Without another word, they hang up.
“So much for letting them get some rest.” Mac shoves an obnoxiously large forkful of pasta into his mouth, and I roll my eyes.
“Really, Mac?”
“What?” He asks with his mouthful. “It’s gonna be a long night, and I don’t wanna be hungry.”
A couple of glasses of whiskey and two hours later, Mac and I get the call that Enzo and Dante are on their way back with a very knocked-out Logan. Which means we have two hours to get everything in the room downstairs ready, wake up our sleeping angel, and mentally prepare her for what’s about to happen.
A little after eleven, Mac and I finally enter Finn’s room. I move over to Finn’s side to wake him up first. Before I even touch him, his eyes snap open. Good. I’d be disappointed if they didn’t.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as he slowly sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Sebastian found Logan in Allentown. Dante and Enzo went and grabbed him. They should be here in about thirty minutes.”
“Shit,” he scrubs his hand over his beard. “One of the rooms downstairs?”
