I want to rage. I want to pick up my gun from the cement floor and point it at him, then demand to know how he likes it. I want to hit him, or set Perry on him, or tell the people around us to cart his ass away.

But then Colin talks again, and threats to my life aside, there’s only one person I currently care about.

“What are you doing here?”

I turn back to Tommy with one last disgusted glare, then take long strides until I’m close enough to haul Colin into my arms. “I was so fucking worried! Where have you been? What have you done?”

He’s stiff with his hug, and when he pulls back, worry lines his face. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Neither should you!”

“No. You really shouldn’t be here.”

It takes everything not to snap at him. “I’ve had a stressful fucking night, after a stressful few weeks, so why don’t you answer my goddamn questions before you start telling me where I should and shouldn’t be.”

Behind his glasses, Colin’s eyes sweep the circle around us. “You weren’t supposed to get involved in this.”

“Yeah, well, I’m now very fucking involved, and all because you didn’t bother with a phone call to let me know you were going into hiding for a bit.”

Colin gets that scrunched-face, I will not cry look about him. “I was embarrassed.”

“Well, that’s a great reason to have me thinking my brother is dead. I’m so glad I saved you the embarrassment. Phew. And here I was thinking the answer would be stupid.”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“Of course you did!” Oh, look at that. The relief didn’t last long before I spun right into anger. “It’s our business. If you’re going to borrow money for our business, you talk to me about it first.”

“Our …” Colin’s frown takes over his face. “I didn’t borrow money for Saint Clare’s.”

Well, I’m not expecting that. “Oh. Then … what the fuck else do you need a hundred K for?”

He shoots another quick look around before sighing and pushing his glasses back up his nose. “You better come with me.”

I start to follow him when I hear Tommy shadow me. “What are you doing?”

“Not letting you go off with these strangers, for a start.”

“You threatened to kill me.”

“Technically, I didn’t,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “I only held a gun to your head and said a bunch of vague things.”

“Oh, is that all?”

“You’re taking this way harder than you should be.”