"I swear to f*****g God, if he doesn't answer his f*****g phone, I'm going to punch him in the face."
Ironhide reaches across the kitchen table and lays his hand over mine. "Deep breath, hon. We know he's at the clubhouse, so—"
"So, what?" I snap. "That's an excuse for him to not come home after f*****g Church and ignore every call and message? I don't think so. I get that he hasn't been home but a few days, but what the f**k?" I'm beyond pissed. Church ended at eight. I know because Dire texted me that Shamrock went into his office and that my brother was going home to be with Carrigan and Brennan. At ten, I started texting. It's now after midnight, and he still isn't f*****g here.
"Fay, I'm telling you, something is off with him," Ironhide says, moving his hand to pick up his
