Page 34 of Duncan (Irish Mob of Boston #1)

Freyja

“Ok, that makes sense. But why push to go to Nebraska, where my son is? It was Ty’s idea to go after Maureen,” Sal asked.

“Ty didn’t know Darcy was pregnant. He had no idea King was your son and that Lannie would know he had something to do with Darcy leaving,” Cian explained.

“So, he shot himself in the foot,” Mac said. “He was afraid Maureen knew something. And ran to Declan. When it was actually Declan that knew about King and why Darcy left.”

“Makes sense,” Duncan added. “Ty and Lannie never got along. Ty hated Lannie because he was your brother and knew he’d always come first. And when he found out about King, he knew Lannie wouldn’t keep quiet, so he took off.”

“See,” I said. “Tyran is a mean girl.”

“Freyja, what the fuck does that mean?” Sal asked me, and I giggled.

“You are men, so you don’t always understand jealousy.”

“ Mo bandia , I understand fuckin’ jealousy. Believe me.” Duncan growled against the top of my head, and my body lit up at his possessive snarl.

I shivered in his arms, and he held me tighter as I just stared into his eyes. Until a throat cleared.

“Would you like us to leave?” Sal asked with an accusing eyebrow lift. I looked at Cian, who tried to unsuccessfully hide his smirk. Mac had looked away, and Colleen smiled brightly. It seemed she was happy for her uncle.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for ignoring everyone else in the room for me,” Duncan said, and my heart soared. This man knew just what to say to make me feel loved. I smiled sweetly at him and then turned back to the room.

“I grew up in New York City. With money. A lot of money. Women in New York are petty, jealous bitches. The tiniest slight felt has them sharpening their claws to do as much damage as they can. They will talk shit about you to anyone who will listen while smiling at your face.”

Colleen nodded. “Not just New York women.”

Duncan turned to Colleen. “Who is being mean to you?”

Colleen just shrugged.

“Lollipop, I want to know who.”

“Everyone. Ever since Mom left. People talk about her abandoning me and the family.”

“Jesus Christ,” Sal cursed.

“What does this have to do with Ty?” Mac asked.

I put my arm around Colleen, letting her know I was there for her. We women needed to stick together. Not trash each other because they made a choice to live a life that was better for them.

“Men can be petty too,” I explained. “Only they tend to let the testosterone take over. Tyran was jealous of Darcy’s relationship with Sal, so he ran her off.

When Duane got close to finding Darcy to bring her home, Tyran couldn’t just run him off, so he killed him.

When Tyran took off, Duncan took his place as Sal’s right hand.

Tyran is jealous and angry at Duncan. I’m sure he blames the whole Murphy family for his life falling apart. ”

“I guess we’re going back to Nebraska.”

“I can’t wait to see Mom,” Colleen whispered.

“Do we call and give them a heads-up or show up unexpected like last time?” Mac asked.

Sal grinned. “I’m not giving my brother a chance to go on vacation. Besides, I love the look on his face when I walk into the station.” Sal turned and walked toward the front door. Opening it, he yelled, “We leave in three hours.”

“And where are we going?”

“Jeffrey!” I rushed over and threw my arms around my driver. “I’m so glad you came back.”

“I told you I would follow you wherever you landed.”

“Good to see you again, Jeffrey.”

“Mr. Murphy.” He reached out and shook the hand that Duncan offered. “This is my boss, Braesal O’Malley. Not sure you were properly introduced yesterday.”

“Mr. O’Malley.” Jeffrey shook his hand, and Sal reminded us we had three hours and left, followed by Cian and Mac.

“Jeffrey, this is Duncan’s niece. Colleen Murphy.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Murphy.”

“You too, Jeffrey.”

“We need to be at the airport in three hours, Jeffrey. I hate to pull Freyja away when you just arrived. But there’s nothing we can do about it, I’m afraid.” Duncan grabbed his phone from the mantle and plugged it into the charger in the kitchen.

“I understand. I can take you to the airport then spend some time in the city looking for a place.”

“Nonsense. There is a small apartment on the ground level that has its own entrance and one that leads into the garage. You are welcome to stay there if it fits your needs. I can quickly show it to you now while Freyja starts packing.”

“I don’t have anything to pack,” I said, remembering that my bag had been left at the airport.

Duncan turned to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“I knew Tyran was there to pick me up at the airport. So, instead of risking my bag getting lost, I never picked it up. I can go to the lost and found when we get to the airport and retrieve it before we leave.”

“Wait, you knew he was kidnapping you? How? And why did you go with him?” Colleen asked.

“Lucille told me. She said I needed to go with him and that everything would work out how it was supposed to.”

“Wait a minute,” Duncan said, as Jeffrey chuckled. “You told me Lucille said you would be safe.”

“I was safe.”

“What exactly did Lucille tell you?”

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes at Duncan. “We don’t have time for this right now, Duncan.”

“Who is Lucille?” Colleen whispered to Jeffrey, who stood next to her smiling at my interaction with Duncan.

“Lucille Ball,” Jeffrey answered, never taking his eyes from us.

“Who?”

I groaned. “You don’t know who Lucille Ball is? From I Love Lucy ?” Colleen shook her head, and my shoulders slumped. “I have so much to teach you.”

“Freyja,” Duncan growled.

“I will tell you everything on the plane. Show Jeffrey the apartment so we can get to Colleen’s. She does need to pack. I will pack some things for you.”

I grabbed Colleen’s arm and dragged her up the stairs with me, ignoring the rumbling coming from Duncan.

Three hours wasn’t as much time as he thought it was.

If I thought Duncan would forget our conversation about Lucille, I was wrong. Not only did he remember, but once the plane took off, he let the others know. Turned out they were just as mad.

“Lucille never said you would be safe?”

My shoulders fell as I exhaled loudly. Mac stood by my chair thirty thousand feet in the air and glared at me. I turned to scowl at Duncan, who wore a smirk as he shrugged. He had been on his phone, apparently texting the others what I said about Lucille.

“I was safe,” I reminded them.

“You told us Lucille said you would be safe.” He crossed his arms, waiting for me to answer.

“Ok.” I threw my hands in the air. “She didn’t exactly say I would be safe.”

“What did she say, Freyja?” Sal asked without looking at me. He sat in the chair with his head laid back and his eyes closed. I thought he had fallen asleep.

“She told me Tyran Fitzpatrick would be waiting for me at the airport. That I needed to go with him and that Sal would rescue me. She told me not to worry. That everything would work out the way it was supposed to.”

“Jesus fuck, Freyja. What if that meant you were supposed to die in an explosion?” Duncan shouted. I was thankful this was a private plane, otherwise TSA likely would have arrested him for causing a disturbance.

“She said Sal would rescue me. Rescue, not retrieve. That means survival.”

“Rescue doesn’t fuckin’ mean safe. Yes, that may mean alive, but it doesn’t fuckin’ mean you won’t be harmed.”

Shit!

He was right.

“I’m sorry, Duncan. I hadn’t thought of that. But regardless, this was my path. I had to walk it.”

“Next time Lucille comes to you in a dream, tell her to fuck off!”

“You don’t even believe in Lucille!”

I heard the others snicker at the argument I was having with Duncan. I wanted to be offended, but I was sure to anyone watching it would have looked ridiculous.

“Whether I believe in her or not doesn’t fuckin’ matter. You believe in her enough to listen to the shit she says. So, again, next time tell her to fuck off!”

“I love you, Duncan.” He snapped his head around to look at me. I couldn’t read his expression. I didn’t know if I had just screwed everything up, but the way he spoke about Lucille, like my beliefs mattered even if he didn’t agree with them, made me fall in love with him more than I already had.

He leapt from his seat and stepped into the aisle. I thought for sure he was walking away from me until he held out his hand. “Come with me.”

I placed my hand in his. My faith was being tested as I heard the men snicker. But when I looked at Colleen, she winked.

Duncan led me to a door at the back of the plane. Opening the door, he ushered me into a bedroom.

“I’m sorry, Duncan. I should have waited until we were in private.”

“Yes, you should have,” he said as he stepped in close. The room was small, and I had nowhere to back up. My legs hit the end of the bed as Duncan crowded me. I had nowhere else to go but to sit on the bed.

Looking up at him, I swallowed, my anxiety at his response threatening to send me over the edge.

Duncan pushed me back on the bed until I was lying down and then he leaned over me. His words came out on a rasp that crawled over my skin.

“How dare you speak those words in front of my friends.” My gaze dropped, and I turned my head away. I had misread everything. Duncan grabbed my chin. “Don’t turn away from me. You tell me you love me for the first time in front of others, knowing I can’t strip you down and bury myself in you.”

“What?” I breathed.

Duncan slammed his mouth against mine. Kissing me with a passion I had never felt before. My heart rate climbed as he slipped his tongue between my lips to dance with mine. His hands pulled at my skirt, frantically lifting it, revealing my body to him.

“I love you in skirts. Never wear pants.”

“I don’t own any,” I said absently.

He roughly pulled my panties down, and I swore I heard them rip. And then his fingers were inside me. I gasped at the intrusion. My back arched as he pumped, his palm pressing against my clit. He pushed me higher as his lips trailed down my neck.

“Duncan, please!”

“Please what, mo bandia ?”

“Please make me come.”

He chuckled before moving further down. When his tongue licked between my folds, I shot off the bed. His arm came down around my hips, holding me in place.

“I will make you come, mo bandia . I will make you scream so everyone on this plane knows exactly what I do to you.”

He sucked on my clit after each sentence. My core was on fire. A fine mist of sweat covered my brow as I writhed beneath him.

“Please, Duncan. Stop teasing.”

“Oh, but I love teasing you.” He slipped his finger from my pussy and slowly pushed it back in. “The longer I tease, the greater the release. I want you coming so hard you see stars.”

My hands reached out and pulled at his hair, holding him against me so he would stop talking and make me come, dammit!

“Are you ready, Freyja?”

“Yes, please,” I panted, lifting my hips, seeking more friction as he added another finger. When he rubbed his fingertips against the top wall, I shattered. I screamed out his name, not giving a damn who heard me.