Brendan (The Doherty Mafia Book 4) by Kasey Krane (summer reads TXT) 📗

Tristian followed me out but I stopped him from coming with me.

“Get the others, we need to find them. I’m going to go find Rosalie. If he does anything to Davey I’m going to burn down everything he owns. I’m going to hunt down and kill all his men.”

Tristian clenched his jaws, staring at me, believing every word I said.

“And then I’ll skin him alive,” I added.

Twenty-Five

Rosalie

“Are you people even listening to me?” I screamed.

I was sitting at a desk, while police officers walked around the room, taking notes and making phone calls.

“Yes ma’am, we’ve heard every word of what you said,” one of them replied.

“Then why aren’t you going out there? Why aren’t you looking for him? My son has been abducted. You have to find him!” I could barely make sense of my own words. It was like there was a constant buzzing sound in my ears. It drove me crazy.

“Where would we go looking for him, ma’am?” another guy asked.

I stared at him, with tears streaming down my cheeks.

“We are doing everything we can to find him. There are officers out there questioning witnesses. We’re going to keep an eye out for all black vans, other than that, we just have to wait and see if we can come up with any leads.”

While the officer talked, I sat in the chair motionless, losing track of his voice. All I could think about was Davey and what was happening to him. How did I let this happen? Why wasn’t I holding his hand? Why did I shout at him?

I started sobbing again and someone handed me a plastic cup of water.

“Right now our best advice would be for you to go home and stay there by the phone. Davey might be returned or they might try and call you.”

I stood up like a zombie. Unseeing, unthinking…I just wanted Brendan. If he was here…if I could just talk to him. He would know what to do.

I had never felt more alone in my life. I didn’t even want to call my mother because her hysteria and panic would only make things worse.

One of the officers led me out of the station.

“We’ll keep in touch, Ms. Turner, we’re all going to do our best to get your son back. Right now, you need to be with your family. That’s the best you can do.” Those were his parting words.

I couldn’t say anything. I could barely even move. I was falling apart with grief and pain. I would have done anything to keep Davey safe. I would have given my life. I wouldn’t have thought twice about it. But now the chance was gone.

When I looked up I thought I saw Brendan across the street. He was standing, leaning against a bike with his arms crossed over his chest. I blinked severely, expecting the vision to pass, but it didn’t.

It was actually him.

Instead of going to him, I broke into another volley of sobs, covering my face with my hands. Within moments, he was right there in front of me. He must have run over.

He jumped at me, pulling me into his arms, pushing his face and nose into my hair while I sobbed on his chest.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, stroking my hair.

Then I looked up at him, confused and amazed.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” I asked.

“Why don’t we take you home first.”

I felt pathetic crying so much, but I just couldn’t stop. Brendan and I walked back to my apartment and he held me the whole time.

“I went looking for you everywhere and then I figured you would be at the police station,” he said when we walked into the apartment.

“But how did you find out what happened? You were gone this morning and I didn’t know how to get in touch with you.”

He was still holding my arm as he led me to the couch. Then he crouched down in front of me so our faces were aligned.

“The guy who you thought has been stalking you, he’s been stalking me.”

I shook my head, still confused.

“But Davey…”

“They found out about…that Davey means something to me.”

I almost choked at that. What did he just say? My mind was racing. Had he always known?

“Why would they take him? Who are they?” I cried.

He reached for my hands and held them tightly.

“This is not about you, Rosalie. This is about me. They took Davey because they’re trying to get to me. Because they’re right, Davey does mean something to me.”

As much as I wanted to focus on what Brendan was saying, and a few hours ago, this would have been a significant thing to me—I couldn’t brood over it right then. My son’s safety was my only concern.

“What will they do to Davey? Are they going to hurt him?”

“People who work with me are out there right now trying to hunt them down. We will find Davey.”

“But will they hurt him?” I shouted. I just wanted him to answer the question. There was some relief in knowing that Brendan knew who had Davey. At least it wasn’t a complete lost cause.

“No. They will not. They know I’ll kill every last one of them if they do.”

I peered into his eyes. They were so green and they were burning up. He wasn’t exaggerating. He was prepared to kill for Davey.

Why?

Why would he care so much about a kid he had just met?

Brendan released his grip on my hands and stood up. He towered over me and I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“Brendan, there is something I want to tell you…” I started in a shaky voice.

“He’s my son.”

We stared at each other in silence. I expected him to be angry, but he wasn’t. At least he wasn’t in that moment. Maybe Davey’s disappearance was all that was on his mind too.

“When did you figure it out?” I asked.

“This morning, while you were asleep. He was asleep too. I went to his