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I was glad the fucker was dead.
If I could get my hands around his throat here and now, I’d have strangled him again and again.
“Aoife’s problems stem from those injuries, Aidan. Dipshit.” Jen’s voice was low enough that it wouldn’t disturb Jake, but bitter enough that I felt each word like a poisoned lance to the gut.
“They do,” I confirmed, rubbing my brow. “Goddamnit, when are we going to get any news?”
“There must have been complications from the miscarriage,” Jen whispered, less sass in her tone now, more fear.
That I could fucking understand.
Christ, the guilt… I wanted to beat the shit out of Callum, but really, the person who deserved the beating was me.
I’d done this.
I’d put Aoife under so much strain that she’d lost our baby.
Bursting onto my feet, I started pacing, back and forth, and no one stopped me. I stayed pacing for another hour as my brothers and their wives drifted in, as Aidan Sr. and Lena did too.
She kept her eyes downcast but everyone was smart enough not to approach me.
As the waiting room filled up, I felt their presence though.
This was my family.
My fucking kin.
“When are we getting some goddamn news?” Senior grunted after another half-hour’s silence from the staff.
I heard his question and felt his temper and was glad for it. So fucking glad.
That was on my behalf. On my wife’s behalf.
My father cared.
Maybe it was a fucked-up kind of care, but I’d take it. Especially when he picked up his phone and started dialing.
“Calling the administrator isn’t going to make them speed up, Da,” Conor pointed out.
Senior glowered at Kid. “I just want them to realize that they’re dealing with a VIP.”
“If they didn’t realize that already when we walked in, Da, they’re fucking morons,” Bren grumbled, his arm tightening around Camille’s waist.
“Maybe they’re fucking morons, then. They ain’t given us jack shit for answers since we got here, and Junior said they didn’t hear nothing for a good forty minutes before that.”
“Calm down, Da,” Eoghan intoned, but he jolted when, outside, a gurney squeaked its way down the hall. Inessa shot him a look and pressed a hand to his lap.
Eoghan’s fingers tightened in hers as Senior spat, “We should have had her sent to one of our hospitals. At least there she’d have gotten the gold star treatment.”
I winced at the idea of Aoife waking up in a goddamn warehouse like the one Declan had been treated in last year, surrounded by plastic sheeting in a makeshift ICU.
“James, good to talk to you,” Senior boomed, loud enough to make even a deaf person flinch. “I wanted you to know that my daughter-in-law’s being treated—” His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, Aoife O’Grady. No one could forget a name like that. Heard about her, have you?” There was a pause. “Then why the fuck haven’tweheard anything for over an hour?
“I think you should remember who you fucking owe, James, and get your goddamn surgeons or doctors or whoever the fuck is treating mydaughter-in-law, and you get them to tell us what’s going on.”
A second later, he cut the call, and I rasped, “Thank you.”
Senior shook his head. “We all want answers, son.”
