Page 7 of Beautiful Trauma

Two months ago, Quinn and his wife had welcomed their first child–a son that they honored by naming him after our cousin, Rian, who lost his life in the same bombing that left Quinn scarred.

Eamon snorted. “You’re telling me a wee wain has knackered a beast like Quinn?”

Callum narrowed his eyes. “You have no idea the physical and emotional hold a wain has over you.”

While Eamon scoffed, I held up a hand. “We will gladly help him out.”

“I know both he and I appreciate it,” Callum said.

“When would you like for us to take care of it?” I asked.

Callum’s expression darkened. “Now.”

Glancing down at my attire, I replied, “Like this?” I teased.

With a roll of his eyes, Callum replied, “Take care of your smelly arse and then get down there ASAP.

Grinning, I replied, “Got it.” Jerking my head at Eamon, I said, “Let’s go.”

As I started to rise out of my chair, Callum grabbed my arm. “Be diligent, but make sure he not only lives, but that he’ll heal.”

Cocking my brows at him, I replied, “Tell that to Eamon, not me.”

While a maniacal gleam burned in Eamon’s eyes, Callum shook his head. “I’m telling you so you’ll stop him if things get out of hand.”

Eamon grunted. “You’re no fun, Cal.”

“And you’re too much of a wildcard.” Jabbing a finger at Eamon, Callum replied, “Crippled or dead men aren’t able to get the shipments we need to pay us back.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got your back as always,” I replied.

Eamon merely grunted in return before following in step behind me. After an elevator ride down to my apartment, I headed to the bathroom while Eamon grabbed the TV remote.

I made quick work in the shower before throwing on a suit in record speed. Tucking my shirt in my pants, I came back out in the living room. “Ready,” I said.

“Jaysus, that was fast.”

“I’m just going to be showering again after we deal with Lowry.”

“Good point,” Eamon mused.

After going down the parking garage, we stepped out to find an SUV with two bodyguards waiting on us. After Eamon and I ducked into the back, Thomas, the bodyguard behind the wheel, gunned the engine, and we took off.

Since Eamon was still pissed about Callum chiding him, he was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride to the warehouse. While he brooded, I used my iPad to get a little work done. After fighting the morning traffic, we finally arrived down at the docks.

Turning to him, I asked, “Ready?”

“Yes, Mam,” he snarked.

I decided to ignore him calling me our mother. When we stepped into the warehouse office, a pretty receptionist glanced up at us. While Eamon gave her his most panty-melting smirk, I smiled pleasantly. “Hello. We’re here to see Mr. Lowry.”

Pink tinged her cheeks. “Uh, I…” She cleared her throat. “I mean, may I give him your name?”

“That won’t be necessary,” I said.

Her dark brows furrowed. “Mr. Lowry insists I announce all guests to the warehouse, so I have to have your names.”

“No, sweetheart, you don’t,” Eamon said, the smirk fading from his face.