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“Oh yeah?” He was curious about what happened and why Case thought so.

“Hell yeah! She knew those douchebags were coming as soon as I did. Watched them like a hawk as they hit us, jumped over the seat and threw herself on Jax so he wasn’t hurt when they started firing. Hell, if she hadn’t yelled at me to get down when she did, I’d be missing half my brain right about now.”

“Fuck.” He was at loss for words at what she’d done. He had no idea.

“Where is she? Getting her damn fool head examined?” Case laughed at his own joke.

“She’s gone man.”

His friend sobered up right quick with that. “What the fuck you mean she’s gone? No fucking way she’d leave us.” When Case started to get up from the bed, Dom had to force him back down with a hand in the middle of his chest, mindful of his wounds.

“I’m going to find her.” He vowed.

“Fucking better. The brat makes you smile. Never seen you as happy as you are with her.”

*****

As soon as she departed the plane in Ireland, Deidre could feel something was off. It was in the air like a bad smell. That moment where you could tell something was about to happen only you weren’t sure what. Panic threatened to consume her.

Never should have left. That voice was back. Her eyes were glued to the terminal she’d just vacated, watching everyone who departed behind her. When no one stood out, she made her way through customs before leaving to find a pay phone.

Coming across one a little walk away, she stood there staring at it…Who was she going to call? Her mam might want her dead, her da probably did, and Dominic was a little over five thousand kilometers away. Once again, she was well and truly alone.

“Excuse me, miss?” A voice from behind startled her.

Turning, she saw an older man with graying hair and a concerned face. “Yes?”

“Are you alright?”

“Fine, thank you.” When she began walking away, two more men appeared at his sides.

Fear hit her fast and furious. Quickly followed by anger. “What the actual fuck? Move, please,” she blurted out without thinking.

Amusement shown on the old man’s face. His men, not so much.

“We’ve been sent to collect you,” the older gentleman stated.

“Riiight...” Her tone conveyed her disbelief. “By whom, exactly?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Then I’m not at liberty to leave.” Folding her arms, she dared him to make a move. They were in one of the busiest airports in the country. No way they’d risk taking her here.

When his henchmen went to reach for her, she held her hands up saying, “Do it and I will scream louder than a banshee on fire.”

“You will leave with us,” right henchman demanded.

“You will leave with my foot in your nuts,” she countered. Her adrenaline kept her bravado looking real.

Left henchman began laughing at her threat. “Yours could have the same fate.”

“Please, Ms. O’Connor, we only want to take you home.” The old man tried pleading.

“Care to tell me who you are and who sent you then? Oh and proof.”

“I cannot.”

“Then we’re at odds. I might have been sheltered my whole life, but buddy, I ain’t some dumb twat that’s gonna leave because you ask me nicely.”