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Chapter Seventeen

Duncan

Bridgit Mahoney was another dead fucking end. She didn’t exist. Not anymore. She disappeared in 1991, never to be heard from again. It’d taken Cian three weeks to figure out who Charles Kennedy was. Another common as fuck name.

Now I was back in fucking New York City.

“You sure you’re ready for this?”

“Are you?” I asked.

Sal had accompanied me on this trip. Once we knew who Charles Kennedy was, there was no other option than to tell him what we had found.

Sal was quiet when I told him about Darcy. Too quiet. Sal was a hothead. That Irish temper enveloped him in spades and he wasn’t one to hold his tongue around family. So the fact that he hadn’t said a word was concerning.

“A fuckin’ biker?” he finally growled.

“We don’t know any details other than who he is and the pictures of them together. Maybe he—”

“It doesn’t fuckin’ matter. She made her choice.” He tossed the picture on the desk with the others.

He’d tried to hide his hurt, but I knew him too well. Sal had loved Darcy, and she’d left him, taken their son and given him away. She had a lot to answer for when we found her.

If we found her.

“I’m coming with you.”

I rubbed the back of my neck and looked at him through my lashes. “You think that’s a good idea?”

“I’m not letting you walk in there alone. Those bastards might be distracted at the moment, but I still don’t trust them.”

Now, we stood in front of the Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse, waiting for them to answer the door.

“I hate this fuckin’ city.”

“You heard from her?” my boss asked.

“Blocked her number. Don’t need that shit.”

Sal pinned me with a look that said he knew exactly what I needed. Only what I needed didn’t want me.

“What the fuck do you want?” Malice stood in front of the door with his arms crossed. It was no mistake that the door to the clubhouse was at the top of a set of stairs. No matter who opened the door, they would be looking down on whoever stood outside.

Narcissistic assholes.

“Need to talk to Snoopy,” I said.

“Why?”

Sal moved up a step, getting closer to Malice. Mac and I stood behind him with Oscar and Liam. Cian had stayed home. He thought he might be able to break into their system, knowing their tech guy wasn’t around.

“It’s personal,” Sal growled.

“Let them in, Malice.” A young woman with silver streaks in her hair squeezed around him and pushed him back inside. Gideon Scott was around Aiden’s age, in his forties. The young woman looked to be in her late twenties.

I knew this was his woman. The news of him claiming the girl rattled the Underworld. Rumors started flying that he was losing his edge. Anyone who knew him understood that claiming his woman didn’t make him weak. It made him more dangerous.

The difference in their ages made me think of Freyja. Everything made me think of Freyja. It had been over a month since I kicked her out of my suite, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about her.