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I’m confused, “Who, then?”
“Sounded like they were Italian by their language.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to alleviate the pressure building behind my eyes.
“The mafia?” I try to think who could possibly be involved, but my mind floods with potential suspects.
“Probably. But there are many families. I cannot be sure.”
“What about the audio for the video?” I ask, lowering my voice and scanning the area for any eavesdroppers.
“Still stuck.”
“Send it over. I’ll see why you can’t breach their code.” I catch Aidan and Scott staring at me intently with curious expressions. But they are not the only ones. Cal’s right hand is also looking at me.
“Got it, boss. And, boss?”
“Aye?”
“How is Tim?” The sound of his voice gives away his concern.
“He’ll live. And Cailean? Can you do something for me? Can you check into Caleb’s right hand?”
“Do you suspect him?” he asks. I can hear the sound of his keyboard through the line.
“Not sure yet, but something is bothering me, and I can’t put my finger on it,” I say, my attention still divided among my surroundings.
“Got it. What is his name?” He pauses.
“Matteo Fusco.”
“Very Italian name.”
“Very. Keep me updated. I need to wash the blood off me. Tim’s blood.” I answer his silent question.
“Got it, boss. Stay safe.” As soon as we exchanged our final words, I ended the call. I quickly peek at my phone to see what time it is. Almost midnight. This is going to be a hell of a night.
“Blakely?” The sound of my name on Aidan’s lips is tinged with weariness, a clear indication of his exhaustion.
“Hm hm.”
His green eyes meet mine, and I feel my heart skip a beat.
“Come with me.” He takes me by the arm without a word and gently pushes me towards the bathroom. He guides me silently to the edge of the bath for me to sit and places his hands on my knees. I’m out of energy, and I don’t have it in me to fight with him tonight. With a wet cloth in hand, he carefully begins to wash away the drying blood from my hands. He repeats the process several times, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the air, before finally lifting his gaze to me.
“Are you alright?” There’s a softness to his voice as he asks the question.
“Aye, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you've just tended to a gunshot wound on Tim. Blood was everywhere. That is not something you were supposed to see.” I look at him, trying to understand why he is being so sweet.
“I am okay. I’m not afraid of a tiny bit of blood.” I try to minimise the scene that happened earlier. That is true. Blood doesn’t make me feel uneasy. Am I used to it? Not exactly. But more would need to happen for me to be afraid.
He sighs and kisses my knuckles once he is done. I don’t know what to do with this version of him. The arsehole one, no problem. But the sweet Aidan disarms me.
“Ade?” My voice is almost a murmur. Something passes in his eyes. Surprise?
“It’s been a while since I heard you call me that. It’s usually Aidan or arsehole.” I shake my head and smirk at his comment.
