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He shrugs like it isn’t a big deal. “He most likely didn’t even notice. If he did, he would assume I was out with a partner. He won’t ask.”
Makes sense. He is a grown man after all. Why would his father be keeping track of his every move?
“That makes this easier,” Scar says. “You can go home as if nothing happened.”
“And then?” he pushes.
Is she going to ask for more from him? It looks like she might still be undecided. She tilts her head back and forth as if mentally going through the pros and cons.
“Keep your eye out for anything that has to do with Romano. I’m guessing your father is hiding him and he’s first on my list to die.”
There’s not a flicker of disgust or remorse as he nods along to her words and agrees. There’s something off about this man, but I just can’t put my finger on what. He isn’t reacting like any sane person would react in this situation. He was all too eager to join in on her chaos. Does that make him a threat or an ally? I can’t tell.
It seems as if Scar has decided an ally until further notice.
“I’ll find out if any of our properties are being used,” he offers.
“Don’t do anything that will garner suspicion,” she warns.
He heeds her warning and they go back and forth a while longer solidifying plans. I’m relieved when Scar states we will be heading back home. It hasn’t even been two full days since we left, but I’m already craving the comfort I’ve found in St Graves.
There really is no place like home, especially when it’s been carved out for you in blood and destruction. We’ve poured our blood, sweat, and tears into that city to make it ours. Now I just want to go back to it. Bring Roe back home to us.
We won’t be able to until we rid the world of Romano, but that makes me all the more eager to get back to my equipment so we can lockdown his location. Charles may help us refine the search, but I refuse to put any stock in his help. We have no proof of how useful he will actually be further than the information he’s given us.
For now, his job is to keep an eye on his father and report back to Scar. No more, no less.
Speaking of, there is one more thing I need from him.
“By the way,” I interject as they’re finalizing their plan to get him home. “What is your father’s name?” For all the information I gathered, we skipped the simplest and most important fact. Scar knows, but I figure better to get it out of the way now. Put a name to the demon.
“Christopher Donahue.”
Sounds as evil as he is. At least it’s on brand.
I notice Declan jerks a little forward at the name. I’m not the only one who notices either. Scar turns to him and tilts her head in question.
“He and my father were friends,” D confirms. Charles nods along with his words. He must have recognized Declan this whole time. I guess he really is still as relevant in their circles even if he stays out of the limelight.
That must be the connection to why his father had the photos of Scar. By the disgust on everyone’s faces, it’s clear we all had the same thought.
Scar clears her throat and starts talking to Joe about the best way they can get Charles back to Fairmore.
“Take one of the cars from the garage,” Declan offers. “The keys are all hanging in the black cabinet to the left of the door.”
She gives him a grateful smile. “Joe, you can drive him back.”
“My car will still be at the hotel, you can take me there.”
“Just bring the car to our house or yours,” Declan adds. It’s obvious he’s not too worried about it. With Romano and all of his associates gone from St Graves we no longer have to move only by the tunnels. We can afford to relax our defenses a little bit. It only means we don’t have to burn every car we use. Scar may have the money to burn, but damn. That overhead was starting to weigh on me. The only reason I could excuse it was I knew it was keeping us safe. Keeping Roe and the kids safe.
Joe nods his goodbyes and starts to head out of the room to gather his stuff. Charles hesitates, giving Scar a once-over that makes my blood boil, as if he’s contemplating moving towards her. D’s hand tightens on her shoulder and I tense, moving forward to intervene if he even thinks about trying to touch our girl.
Before he’s even made a decision one way or the other, Kade is in front of him. I don’t know when he moved, he appeared so suddenly. He doesn’t even pause in his movement before winding back and landing a solid punch right to his midsection.
“Fucking Kade,” Scar yells as Charles doubles over, the wind knocked out of him. He can’t straighten or even speak as he tries to catch his breath.
Kade turns to Scar, arms folded over his chest in a look that tells all of us he doesn’t regret what he just did even for a moment. Even knowing it very well may bring her wrath on him.
