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“Yeah. We already got it ready to go. Figured it was best not to take Harper to the docks,” Mac answers from behind me.
“You want her down there? She shouldn’t be in the same room as him,” Finn snaps as he stands up, his voice calm but firm. As he slides on a pair of briefs, I see the panic bleeding back into his eyes, so I place my hand on his shoulder, trying to center him before he spirals back into the place he was in earlier today.
“I don’t disagree, brother. I want to gouge his eyes out before he even has a chance to look at her. But we all know she needs this. And as much as I like arguing with her, she will never forgive us if we don’t give her the opportunity to find closure.”
“The three of us won’t leave her side,” Mac adds.
Finn looks between us before he turns around and looks down at Harper’s sleeping form. All three of us stand above her, drinking her in. By all intents and purposes, she looks ridiculous. Adorable, but ridiculous. Her hair is wild and tangled on the pillow beneath her, her mouth is wide open, a small trail of drool is falling from her lips down her cheek, and the faintest snore escapes with each breath. Yet, she looks completely at peace. I squeeze Finn’s shoulder, knowing he helped give that to her.
Finn expels a harsh sigh and nods. “Alright.”
Mac moves around to Harper’s side of the bed. Bending over, he kisses the tip of her nose. “Mo Grá,” he whispers.
As she starts to stir, Finn moves about his room, finding a pair of joggers and a black T-shirt to put on.
I crawl across the bed and run my hand down her arm until my fingers come in contact with my ring on her thumb. She never takes it off. I spin it around with my fingers. “Baby. You’ve got to wake up.”
Her eyes start to flutter open. Once she recognizes that Mac and I are in the room, she sits straight up, clutching the sheet to her bare chest. “What’s going on? What happened? Where’s Finn?”
“I’m right here, Angel.” Finn stands beside Mac.
“I’m sorry, Baby. I wanted to let you sleep, but you have to get up.” Harper anxiously looks between the three of us. “Sebastian found Logan. Enzo and Dante are on their way over with him now.”
Her shaky hand immediately starts spinning my ring around her thumb, and her bottom lip trembles. “He–he’s coming here?”
“We have an interrogation room set up in the garage. We just wanted to give you the chance to face him. If that’s something you want.” I wasn’t lying when I agreed with Finn. If I had it my way, she would never be near this man again. The thought of him even looking at her fills me with a blinding rage. Let alone the fact that I don’t want her to see all of the things we’re going to do to him. A quick death would be too easy for everything he put her through.
That said, she has earned the right to confront him. She fought back against him once, and she can do it again.
She can do anything.
“What am I supposed to do? I–I don’t know if . . . I don’t know if I can kill him.”
I shake my head and answer, “You do whatever feels right to you. And we would never expect you to do that if it’s not something you want. That’s what you have us for.”
“You’ll all be there with me?”
Mac tucks some of her hair behind her ear. “The entire time, Pretty Girl.”
Her eyes close for a moment, and when she opens them, I see nothing but fierce determination. “Okay.”
35
Mac
Red.
It’s creeping into the edges of my vision. Right there, ready to take hold of me. Just knowing that the man who dared take her from me, from us, the man who dared lay a hand on what’s ours, is on the other side of that door. I want to rip him limb from limb. I want to crush every bone in his body, to make him feel so much pain he will scream for death.
And he will, in good time.
But right now, Harper’s hand in mine as the four of us stand outside the door is the only thing stopping it from swallowing me whole again. She’s my perfect beacon of light, standing strong on the shore amidst the sea of chaos and anger raging within me.
After we woke her, Harper quickly threw on some sweats and one of my black T-shirts. I didn’t know what would happen down here, but I didn’t want Logan’s blood ruining any of her clothes. Her hair is pinned up in a clip, showcasing every feature of her terrified face.
We were about to go in when Harper stopped me and said she needed a minute. None of us want to rush her, and Logan clearly isn’t going anywhere, so now we’re standing here, waiting.
With Ronan and Finn behind us, I squeeze Harper’s hand, and she looks up at me. “I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.” Her voice is nothing but an anxious whisper.
