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“Famous last words,” Jeffrey mumbled.

I ignored Jeffrey and covered Freyja’s hands with mine. “Tell me what happened. How did you end up in that building?”

Freyja dropped her eyes to our hands. She tightened her fingers around mine and said, “Please don’t be mad.”

“Why I would be mad?”

“Because I went willingly.”

I stood from the couch. “You went willingly? You let someone kidnap you?”

“I had to. I knew you would come. Well, I knew your boss would come.”

“Freyja, please don’t say it,” I begged as I ran my hands over my face. Frustration taking hold of me and burning through my bones.

“Lucille told me.”

“Not fucking Lucille!” a voice groaned.

I turned to the voice, and four bikers crowded the doorway. Dimeter Malpas stood front and center.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Freyja

I woke with a start. The dream faded quickly, but her words remained firmly fixed in my memory. Lucille had come to me last night with a message that was sure to cause chaos and mayhem.

She was clear and concise. The events of today were necessary. Yes, it would be scary. But Lucille assured me Duncan’s boss would save me.

Why it couldn’t be Duncan, I wasn’t sure. I would have much preferred him. But Lucille said he had a different path today. One that was equally important.

“Miss Malpas, please wait for Duncan. He is on his way.”

“I’m sorry, Rian. I can’t. Lucille was adamant that I leave on this flight.”

Rian Rafferty, the man Duncan had assigned to watch over me last night, was a good man. He was honest and loyal. Lucille told me he would go far in the organization.

But there were others here that were not. Others that needed to be brought to justice and without proof, it was Lucille’s word against theirs. And Duncan already didn’t believe in Lucille.

“Miss Malpas, he’ll be here any minute.”

“Which is why I must hurry.” I picked up my bag, and he took it from me. I assumed he would hold it hostage, forcing me to stay. But he placed it in the trunk of the car that would take me to the airport.

“He’s gonna kill me for letting you go.”

“He won’t. My sister won’t let him.” I kissed Rian’s cheek and thanked him for his protection. Then I climbed into the car just as Athena stepped outside.

I waved to my sister and blew her a kiss. Duncan would arrive soon, and it was imperative that I not be here.

I checked my bag with a bittersweet sigh, knowing that when I arrived in Boston, it would be abandoned to the lost and found. I hoped I could retrieve it once this day was over.

I tried to enjoy the flight. Even attempted to nap, but my nerves were getting the best of me. I trusted Lucille, but more importantly, I trusted Duncan.

I saw him as soon as I stepped outside the airport. I recognized him from the street that day when Duncan first spoke to me. He and his friends had been chasing this man through the streets of New York.

I hadn’t expected to ever see him again, but here he was. Waiting for me.

Tyran Fitzpatrick.