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Story: Duncan

Woodlawn and I followed Jeffrey to a car. We climbed in, and Jeffrey roared out of the driveway like he was Mario Andretti. Jeffrey eyed me through the rearview mirror and if looks could kill, I would have a dagger sticking out of my neck.

Woodlawn’s phone rang. “Excuse me,” he said. “Hello?” He was silent as he listened to whoever was on the other end. “Yes, Son. I’m on my way. Yes, I knew. Because it wasn’t your business. If your sister wanted you to know she would have told you.”

A few moments of silence passed as the man on the other end of the line got louder, before Woodlawn argued, “I believe your club is friendly with the Russian Mob. Is this any different?”

FUCK!

I closed my eyes as I listened to Freyja’s father.

“You will do no such thing, Son. We will talk when I get there.”

I stared out the window of the back seat. My phone rang in my hand, and I answered.

“Hello?”

Jeffery and Woodlawn both looked at me.

“Duncan.”

“Freyja, fuck. Are you ok?”

“I’ve been better.”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to think of what could have happened. “I’m so sorry,mo bandia. I should have been there.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Where are you?”

“Your boss brought me to your office.”

“Good. I’m on my way. Stay there. Sal will protect you.” I looked at Woodlawn. “Freyja, I’m with your father.”

“What? Why?”

“Rian called and told me you were leaving, but by the time I got there you were gone. Athena said you needed me, so I flew to New York. She neglected to tell me you were flying to Boston.”

“She called my brother, didn’t she?”

“I believe so.”

“Don’t tell them where I am. You need to get here first.”

“I’m on my way,mo bandia.” I disconnected the call and leaned my head back.

“Are you in love with my daughter?”

Lifting my head, my eyes sought out Woodlawn. “I am.”

“Have you told her?”

“No, sir. Not yet. She left me.”

Woodlawn Malpas nodded his head, a smile forming on his lips as he turned back around.

“Has she told you about Lucille?”

“She has.” He looked at Jeffrey, the driver, who simply shook his head.