Page 55 of My Fixation

“Did he just…”

“Yes,” Liam says.

“Yep,” Finn agrees.

“Absolutely,” Colton adds.

I stare at them. None of them looks concerned. Not even a little.

“Henry has threatened multiple people,” Duncan says. “Allowing that threat to continue would be irresponsible.”

“You make it sound like you’re taking out the trash,” I mutter.

“In fairness,” Liam says, “that’s usually how Duncan sounds.”

“He’s not wrong,” Finn adds.

I look over at Conor. He doesn’t appear shocked either. Which is somehow more alarming than Duncan’s statement. The realization settles heavily in my chest.

These people aren’t afraid of Henry. They’re evaluating him, assessing the risk, determining the best way to deal with the problem. And judging by the calm expressions around the room, they seem pretty confident they’re going to win.

The strange thing is that instead of frightening me, the thought brings a flicker of relief. Because for the first time since Henry’s message arrived, I don’t feel alone with it.

“Henry is back in Philly.” Ronan’s announcement cuts through the conversation. Every head in the room turns toward him. “The dumbass sent Jaxon a screenshot of an address.” A grin tugs at one corner of his mouth. “Apparently, he isn’t smart enough to turn off the location data on his photos.”

For the first time all night, Duncan looks impressed.

“Convenient.”

“Very.”

My heart starts beating faster. Because until now, Henry had been an idea. A threat hanging over my head. Now he has a location. Beside me, Conor goes completely still. The change is immediate.

“Where is he?” The growl comes from so close that I jump. His voice is deeper than usual. Colder. Gone is the patient man who reminds me to take my medication and makes sure I have enough butter for my bread.

The hand holding mine tightens. Not enough to hurt. Enough to remind me he’s there. Enough to remind me that Henry has made a mistake.

Ronan glances at Conor. “South Philly. He’s in a townhouse that is in his grandmother’s maiden name. It’s the reason we didn’t find him in our initial search.”

Conor’s jaw flexes beside me. Duncan leans back in his chair. I have the distinct feeling that I should be more worried about Henry than I am about myself.

“I also found his secret social media account. He’s been in Atlantic City since the fight,” Ronan adds.

“We take him tomorrow,” Duncan states.

My head snaps up. “Take him?”

Even after everything I’ve learned tonight, the words still catch me off guard. Maybe they shouldn’t. Not after the stories of what this family does to the people who hurt them. Still, hearing Duncan say it so casually sends a shiver through me.

Take him.

As if Henry is nothing more than a package waiting to be collected. Yet everyone in this room acts as though tomorrow they’ll simply go have a conversation with him and be home in time for dinner. I honestly don’t know if that’s comforting or terrifying.

“Take him,” Duncan repeats. As if that somehow explains everything.

“That’s not actually an explanation,” I point out.

A smile twitches at the corner of Finn’s mouth. Liam outright laughs. “Good luck getting a more detailed answer than that,” he says. “Uncle Duncan believes in efficiency.”