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“You speak Gaelige?” Sal asked.

“Of course I do, I’m Irish,” Stevie explained.

Sal looked at me. “I thought you said she was Greek.”

“She is Greek. She’s also Irish. Is there a problem?” Stevie asked, facing off against Sal, her hands on her hips. I watched as all four bikers, Freyja’s father, and their driver, all took a step back.

Sal must have noticed too, because he put his hands up in surrender. “No problem, just clarifying.” He turned to me and lifted an eyebrow in question.

I simply shrugged. Freyja’s lineage wasn’t the priority right now.

“Can we please find out what the fuck happened?” I asked, holding Freyja tighter when she tried to wiggle off my lap.

“Not until the Sons leave.”

“Freyja, we aren’t going anywhere until we hear it all.” The man who spoke was tall, older, and the patch on his cut saidPresident. Under that his name.

King.

Sal noticed too. His shoulders slumped, and I knew he was thinking about his son. “Let me get Mac and Cian.”

“No. I don’t know who all we can trust.”

“Freyja.” I took her chin between my fingers and turned her to me. “We can trust Mac and Cian.”

“How do you know?” she whispered.

“Do you trust these men standing in the office? The ones you aren’t related to?”

“With my life,” she answered.

“Why?”

She looked up at King and the big man next to him. They both smiled at her when she said, “Because they’re family.”

“Exactly. Sal, Cian, and Mac are my family.”

Freyja’s shoulders lifted as she inhaled. “Ok,” she said with a sigh. “I trust you.”

Sal sent a text, and a moment later, Cian and Mac entered.

“Full house today,” Cian snarked.

“This is Freyja’s family. We can do formal introductions later.Mo bandia, tell me what happened.”

“When I left the ball last night, I went back to the cottage. I was upset, and Athena and I talked everything out. That was when I decided to come to Boston. My return flight wasn’t scheduled for a few more days. So no one knew I was leaving until the next morning.”

“Rian,” I growled. Setting Freyja on the couch, I stood and reached for my phone.

“It wasn’t Rian!” Freyja jumped up after me and put her hand on the phone. “Please wait until I’m finished before you make any calls.”

I leaned on my desk and pulled her between my legs. As far as I was concerned, we were the only two in the room.

“I’d had a dream, and Lucille told me someone would be waiting for me at the airport. That I was to go with him and wait for Sal to come.”

“Why the fuck Sal?” I asked, angry Lucille wouldn’t tell her I was coming.

So, you believe her about Lucille now?