Page 28 of Duncan (Irish Mob of Boston #1)

Duncan

This woman let herself be kidnapped because a dead actress told her to in a fucking dream. I pinched the bridge of my nose, hoping to ward off the headache that was coming on.

“Freyja,” her brother growled. “Fucking Lucille almost got you killed. Enough!”

“Don’t!” She stood from the couch and marched her angry ass over to her brother. Poking him in the chest, she said, “Go home! All of you. Athena should not have called you.”

“Freyja, you knew she would call, and you knew we would come,” another man said, pulling her into his arms.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off her,” I snarled, pulling Freyja back to me. I slipped in front of her and glared at the four men who invaded my office.

“Freyja!”

A younger woman who looked similar to Freyja and Athena rushed in, followed by a woman about my age. And if Freyja looked anything like her mother when she was older, I was a lucky son of a bitch.

“Darling, are you ok?” her mother asked.

“I’m fine. I was never in any danger; Lucille told me exactly what would happen.”

“Who the fuck is Lucille?” Sal asked, and I groaned as Freyja answered.

“Lucille Ball. She speaks to me in my dreams.”

Sal stared at Freyja, not sure if he should ask, but when he shook his head, I knew he was gonna do it, anyway. “ I Love Lucy , Lucille Ball? Isn’t she dead?”

The four bikers groaned. Freyja’s parents and her sister smiled as Phoebe confirmed what Freyja said.

“That would be her.”

“ Mo bandia , please sit with me. Tell me what happened.” I pulled her to the couch and set her back on my lap.

“Woody,” Stevie swooned, “he calls her my goddess .”

“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 said President . 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?

Jesus Christ, I didn’t know what I fucking believed.

“Because you had something else that was more important to do.” She looked over at her dad. I hadn’t listened to Athena and went to New York instead of home to Boston. And spent hours with her father, while Sal had to rescue her for me.

“I should have been the one to rescue you.”

Freyja placed her hands on my cheeks. “I didn’t need rescuing. Lucille told me I would be fine.”

A throat cleared, and I looked at my boss. “Did Lucille tell you the place would be wired to blow?”

My eyes snapped to Freyja, and hers closed.

“WHAT?” I yelled. I stood from my desk and held her shoulders. “The place was wired to blow up? While you were in it? Who fuckin’ took you?”

Freyja glared at Sal. “No, she didn’t tell me that part.”

“Freyja, Lucille isn’t fucking real,” her brother groaned.

“Dimeter, shut up! Just because you don’t believe in something doesn’t make it untrue. How is your son by the way? You know, the one Lucille told me you were having?”

Dimeter Malpas rubbed his face in frustration. I knew exactly what he was feeling. Lucille had put my woman in danger. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the actress, either.

“Who picked you up at the airport?” Mac asked, putting us back on track.

Freyja looked back at me. “Promise you won’t yell.”

“Freyja,” I warned.

“Promise me, Duncan. Or I won’t tell you.”

I sat back against the desk and curled my fingers around the edge. I squeezed so hard I thought I might break the fucking thing. This woman was asking me for something I didn’t think I could do.

I had a feeling I knew who it was, and if I was right, he was a fucking dead man.

“Promise me,” she whispered, her hands on my chest.

“I can’t do that, mo bandia . Don’t ask me not to be angry that someone took you and obviously tied you down.” I held her hands up and gently rubbed the red skin around her wrists. I kissed the marks that marred her perfect skin.

“I’m not asking you not to be angry.” Her voiced lowered a fraction. “I’m not even asking you not to go after him. I know you will. I’m just asking you not to yell.” She bit her lip as she waited, and she was so damn cute I smiled.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Freyja glared at her brother. And King smacked him on the back of the head.

I turned Freyja’s face back to me. “Who?”

“Tyran Fitzpatrick.”

“FUCKIN’ SON OF A BITCH!” Sal yelled, and I smiled at Freyja.

“You didn’t make him promise.”

Freyja sighed and leaned into me.

“I want that cocksucker found!” Sal snarled. “Get Liam in here.”

“Which one is Liam?” Freyja whispered.

“The one that Kelley tossed you to at the ball.” Freyja bit her lip, a question in her eyes. “Gavin’s older brother.”

Freyja nodded. It seemed my woman had bonded with Gavin over a throat punch. Mac opened the door just as Freyja announced, “There’s more.”

Mac closed the door and leaned against it, waiting for Freyja to continue.

“Tyran had a young man with him. Brian. I don’t have a last name. But I got the feeling he didn’t have a choice in being there. In fact, he didn’t know about the explosives either. It was why he helped me escape.”

“How?” Cian asked.

Freyja rubbed at her wrists, and my anger boiled over. We needed to put some cream on them. Stevie opened her purse and pulled out a small jar.

“When I heard what happened, I thought you might need this.” She unscrewed the top, scooped out a generous portion of the cream, and rubbed it into Freyja’s arms.

I pulled her back against my chest and wrapped my arms around her. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I let her strength ground me. All I wanted was to scour the city until we found that bastard. I wanted to wire an explosive to his fucking dick for what he put her through.

“Brian used zip ties to keep me in the chair. But only on my wrists. Tyran went into the other room and called someone. He really needs to learn about inside voices.”

She wasn’t wrong. Tyran didn’t understand discretion very well. He was too fucking cocky, and cockiness led to mistakes. Like talking in front of people before you made certain they were dead.

“When he talked about the explosives, Brian got nervous. He said no one was supposed to get hurt. So, while Tyran was distracted, Brian cut the ties but left them in place so you couldn’t tell.

Tyran’s plan was for you to rush into the room I was in and trip the wire in the doorway.

Taking everyone out at once. He even placed duct tape over my mouth so I couldn’t warn you on the way up the stairs.

I waited until I was sure they had left, then I slowly made my way out of the building.

And waited for Sal to arrive. He said Sean would be next.

He also mentioned someone named Bellamy.

That if she didn’t fall in line, she would be gone too. ”

Freyja slumped against me, and I knew everything had begun to sink in. She had been strong for long enough.

“I’ve got you, mo bandia .”

She turned her head against my chest and I saw the tear slip out. I knew she wouldn’t want her family to see it. She wanted to be strong for them. Fearless.

She had no idea how fucking fierce she was.

Mo bandia.

My goddess!

“Cian, go to Flynn’s. I want Bellamy and Sean both in a safe house. Mac, go get my sister and Maddie and bring them here.”

“I’ll get Caity and Maddie,” Cian countered.

“You will stay the fuck away from my sister until this shit is dealt with,” Sal ordered.

Cian’s jaw flinched, but he didn’t say a word. He wouldn’t, not in front of guests. He simply nodded and the two of them left the room.

“There is one thing I don’t get?” the oversized biker who had been quiet until now said.

“What’s that, Frank?” King asked.

“If Freyja wasn’t supposed to leave for a few more days, how did this Tyran know she was leaving? And how did he know she was flying to Boston and not home to New York?”

“Someone from New Orleans was watching her,” Sal offered. “The question is, who?”

“Freyja, did Lucille tell you how Tyran would know?” Stevie asked, and her brother groaned.

“Mom, don’t encourage her.”

“Dimeter Malpas, close your mouth before I call Bailey and tell her you’re being mean to your sister.”

Freyja’s brother’s face paled, and he backed up.

“Who’s Bailey? His wife?” I whispered in Freyja’s ear.

“No, she’s King’s wife. But Dimeter’s best friend.” Freyja giggled at the look of panic on her brother’s face.

“And who is your best friend? Don’t say a fuckin’ man’s name, either.”

Freyja turned in my arms and settled her hands on my chest. “My sisters are my best friend.”

“Good answer,” I said, then dipped my head to take her lips with mine. God, I had missed the taste of this woman.

A throat cleared, and I growled against her lips. Her giggle at my frustration made my dick harden. I pulled her closer, letting her feel my arousal, and she kissed me one more time before turning to Sal.

“Do you know who was watching you in New Orleans?”

Freyja shook her head. “I know it wasn’t Rian, though. He tried to keep me from leaving until Duncan got there. And he didn’t know where I was going.”

“It could have been whoever was there for Kelley,” Liam offered. He had slipped into the room when Mac and Cian left. “He would have been at the ball if he was following Kelley. Could have seen Duncan dancing with Freyja and assumed she was important to him.”

“Not a fuckin’ assumption,” I said as I glared at him. He nodded his understanding.