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“Oh, she’s gone. Died out in California seven years ago. Died all alone too, seeing as her kid got himself killed.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Mac looked at Cian and mouthed,You get it?

He answered back,Not yet!

That was when I noticed Cian was watching his phone.

“Sorry, boys, that’s all we have for today. By the time you figure out where I am, I’ll be gone. But if you hurry, Sean might still be alive. And, Bellamy? I’ll see you soon!”

Chapter Nineteen

Duncan

The phone cut off, and I turned to Cian. “You get him?”

“Yea, I got him.”

“Call Liam and Oscar. Tell them to get a crew together and get to wherever the hell he is, fast.”

Mac pulled his phone out and moved away to make a few calls. We had to get to Sean before Ty killed him.

“Bellamy, what the fuck did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Why is Ty calling you?” Sal barked.

She lifted her chin in defiance. Bellamy Healy was as stubborn as her grandfather. She was twenty-five years old and thought she had lived long enough to understand how this world worked. She didn’t have a fucking clue.

“Why is he calling you, Bellamy? We made it clear what would happen to anyone caught helping him. Don’t think because you’re a woman, you won’t suffer the same fate as a man.”

Bellamy held my eyes for a moment longer before turning to Sal. “Do you what you have to.”

“Jesus Christ. Call someone to come get her. I want her locked up until we know what the fuck is going on.”

“What about Grandad?” she asked.

“We will take care of Sean. Is he involved too?” Sal asked, watching her for a lie.

“NO!” she shouted. “He doesn’t know anything. Don’t you fucking hurt him.”

Sal and I exchanged a look. Whatever connection Bellamy had to Tyran, I assumed it wasn’t one of consent.

“Mac, call Flynn. Tell him to come get her and bring her to his place. I want eyes on her every second.”

Mac walked away again, calling in reinforcements.

“Sit!” I pointed to the barstool behind her. She sat down slowly, watching us all closely.

It wasn’t long before Flynn showed up and escorted Bellamy out. Flynn Sullivan was quiet. A moody bastard covered in tattoos. Aiden’s younger brother, who did what he was told without question.

We needed more guys like him. He wasn’t looking to make a name for himself other than being trustworthy. Someone we could rely on. He had proven that trait more times than I could remember.

“You think he was telling the truth about Darcy?” I asked, not wanting to accept that my sister was never coming home.

“Yea. Tyran wouldn’t lie if he knew the truth would hurt more,” Sal explained. “We have to find her, Duncan. I want her home. She should be with your parents. And Duane.”