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Story: Duncan

Duncan

I didn’t want to talk about my family. But I wanted Freyja to understand what she was signing up for.

“Duane was shot. We don’t know who or why, but we suspect Tyran might have had something to do with it.”

Freyja settled against my chest; my arms wrapped around her like she was made to fit right here by my side.

“Why would Tyran do that?”

“Duane was searching for Darcy. Tyran told us Duane was close to finding her, but then informed us Darcy died seven years ago.”

“Oh, Duncan.” Freyja sat forward and looked at me, confusion evident on her face. “Why would Tyran care if Duane found her?”

“He had something to do with her leaving. We just don’t know what.”

She shook her head as if she was dismissing that explanation. “But if she already died, what could you learn? She can’t tell you anything.”

She had a point. I sat up and grabbed my phone, calling Sal.

“Why are you calling me instead of fuckin’ your woman?”

“Fuck off, Sal. Why didn’t Tyran want Duane to find Darcy?”

“Because he didn’t want us finding out he had something to do with her fuckin’ off with my son.”

“But she already died. He said she died seven years ago. And her son was dead too.”

I stood from the couch and walked to the fireplace. Picking up the family picture, I thought about Darcy and how much she loved Duane and me. Even Maureen and Lannie she treated like family. Family was important to Darcy.

“What if she had more children?” I asked, setting the picture back in its place. “What if there is someone else out there that Tyran knows about and wanted to keep us from finding them?” I asked.

My mind was frantic with the possibilities. I could have another nephew out there. Or a niece. King could have a sibling.

“We have to find her, Sal. I need to bring my sister home.”

“That’s what I told you, asshole. Call Cian and tell him to start looking.”

“For what? We don’t know how many times she changed her fuckin’ name,” I yelled into the phone.

“We’ll figure it out, Dunc. We’ll find her.”

Freyja stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around my middle. My hand covered hers and I blew out a frustrated breath.

“Goodnight, Sal.” I disconnected the phone and placed it on the mantle. Turning to face Freyja, I placed my hands on her cheeks. My eyes bored into her. “I need you.”

“You have me, Duncan. Always.”

She met me halfway and when my lips met hers, the tension in my shoulders dissipated. I pulled her tight against my chest so I could devour her.

“I want you in my life, Freyja.”

“I’m yours, Duncan. Lucille told me so.”

I shook my head at her. The smirk on her face was so fucking cute. I loved her sass and the fact that she didn’t let anyone get away with shit. She didn’t take shit from anyone and she stood up for those who couldn’t. I wanted her to get close to Maddie. Teach her how to be assertive and stand up for herself.

“Come with me,mo bandia. Let me show you the bedroom.”

I took her hand and led her up the stairs. This would be the last time I walked up these stairs before her. Not only would she always have me at her back, but I wanted to watch her ass sway from side to fucking side.