Suits and Scars

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Business

Matt's Point of View

I wanted to stay there and be with Taylor and the guys but I couldn't. I couldn't just lie down when I knew I had to protect her. Part of that protection was leaving her with the two people I could trust with literally anything. They were probably balls deep inside her right now and I really wanted nothing more than to be there, even if all I did was watch. Instead, I had to go see my dad. These letters had to be enough for us to do something to the O'Leary's.

I showed my dad everything when I got to the house. It was late and he rarely stayed in his office after work hours just so he could keep up the appearance of being just a smart businessman. We sat in the living room as I handed him the letters one by one so he could get the full impact of them.

The third one pissed me off the most. He told Taylor that he would see her tonight but what did he have planned for her? Thank god she had enough sense to come home to us because there was nothing I would have been able to do.

The north side of town was O'Leary territory and me even stepping into that hotel would have caused problems. It was the only way for us to keep peace with the Irish family. We agreed to leave their businesses alone if they kept their issues out of our side of town. We weren't rivals with them any more than we were with any other family, they were just in the closest proximity.

"There's nothing we can do yet, Matthew." My dad told me for the fifth time now.

I couldn't accept that, there had to be something. "We could pick Ronan up the next time he's on our end of town and lock him up at Ivylands." I suggested.

"When was the last time you tortured someone at Ivylands? Five years ago? With that rapist kid wasn't it?" My dad leaned back in his chair. He knew exactly when and who it was.

I scowled, "Elliot wasn't a kid and he got what he deserved."

"The young man doesn't have any hands. How exactly is that what he deserved?"

"He also doesn't have a tongue but I don't see you complaining about that. He used both of those things to hurt someone so I made sure he could never do it again. Are you really upset that he doesn't have hands or are you upset that I'm the one that did it instead of me using Frankie or even calling Declan home?"

"You know I don't care that you did it, son. We have to get our hands dirty sometimes too. I just wish you would have taken the emotion out of it. Sure he hurt Taylor but you would have been in a better place if you would have given yourself a moment to think it all through before going after him. Which is also what you need to do now. I take it you left her with Christopher and Declan so you could come see me right away even though you knew what I would say."

"She's safe and this needs to be taken care of."

He sighed again pushing himself deeper into the couch, "With the threat already out there is nothing we can do until something actually happens. We just have to wait and keep her protected."

He handed me the letters back and I sighed. I pushed myself off the couch and started to make my way to the stairs.

"Matthew, what are you thinking?" My dad called out. I knew he was just trying to gauge where my head was at, but it still pissed me off.

"I'm going to go to sleep and then tomorrow I am going to talk to Luciano about what he saw. I am going to control the things that I can. Isn't that what you've been teaching me to do?"

I didn't wait for his answer, I climbed the stairs to my old room and locked the door. If there was one thing I could do it was collect information. Taylor was safe with the guys and I knew they would protect her because not only were they like brothers to me, but they also loved her just as much as I did.