Page 37 of Duncan (Irish Mob of Boston #1)

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Jeffrey was waiting for us when we landed in Boston. He dropped the others off and then took Duncan and I home.

“We’ll need to take a trip into the city and pack up your things.”

He hadn’t actually asked me to move in. Just assumed I would. And well, what was there to question? Lucille was never wrong.

“Ok, I can have Jeffrey take me home, and I’ll go through my things. See what I want and what I don’t, then I’ll hire some movers. It should only take two or three days.”

Duncan grabbed me from behind, and his mouth went to my neck. “Not a chance in hell are you going without me.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Doesn’t matter. I spent six weeks without you. I’m not spending another night without you in bed beside me.”

He turned me in his arms and sealed his mouth to mine. I loved it when he kissed me. Everything he felt about me was in his kiss.

Pulling back, I regarded him. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“When we walked into the clubhouse yesterday, you said Darcy’s name. You looked spooked.”

Duncan let go of me and walked away. “Do you want a drink?”

“Do I need one?”

He shrugged. “I fuckin’ do.”

“What happened, Duncan?” I followed him to the island that sat in the middle of the kitchen. Climbing on to the stool, I waited for him to talk to me.

He poured some whiskey into a glass and drank it in one gulp. I was trying to be patient. I had an idea of what happened but I needed to hear it from him.

“I don’t know,” he said, setting the glass down. He splayed his hands out on the counter and took a step back.

“How long has Darcy been talking to you?”

His head whipped up and his eyes sought mine. “What?”

“You heard Darcy at the clubhouse, didn’t you?” I sat as still as I could. My hands clasped on the surface in front of me. I didn’t want to scare him.

He didn’t believe Lucille spoke to me. But clearly someone was speaking to him, and he believed it was his sister Darcy.

He shook his head no. His lips thinned as he clasped them together. Standing from my seat, I went to him.

“Duncan, talk to me.”

“I don’t know what I heard.” He pulled me against his chest. His body trembled as he held me tight.

“What did she say?”

“Which time?” he whispered.

“She spoke to you more than once?” I didn’t look at him; I just held him close as he warred with himself.

“It started in New Orleans. She said, ‘She’s in danger. Keep her close.’ I thought someone was standing behind me. I actually looked for your sister. But when I turned around. No one was there.”

I chuckled. “That sounds like something Athena would do.”

“Rian had followed you home. That was when I asked him to stay and watch over you. I should have gone to you when we were done. But I went back to the hotel to sleep for a couple of hours, knowing Rian was there.”

“I wouldn’t have let you in.”

Duncan pulled back and smiled at me. “You’re cute thinking you could have kept me out. I should have been there.”

His protective cockiness was kind of sexy. But I wouldn’t tell him that.

“What did she say next?”

“When I was at your home in New York, not realizing you had gone to Boston, she said ‘Find her. Keep her.’ I guess my sister likes you,” he said. “Which didn’t make sense when the next day she said to send you away.”

“She told you to send me away?” That didn’t make sense. “When did she say that?”

“The next morning when Sal was banging on the door.”

“The day Colleen showed up after Mac chased Brian away.”

“She meant Lollipop.” He sighed. “She never got to meet her.”

“But she’s still watching over her.” His warm smile melted my heart. “When did you realize it was her?”

He took a deep breath. “In the clubhouse. As soon as I walked in, I heard, ‘ Tell my son. ’”

“That was when you said her name.”

“Yea,” he confirmed.

“Duncan, you realize what you have been experiencing is just like Lucille talking to me in my dreams? The only difference is that you have a personal connection to Darcy.”

“I don’t know.” He stepped away and poured another glass of whiskey. I smiled as he drank it down. He wasn’t ready to accept the truth. And that was ok. It would take time.

And time was something we had.

In fact, we had a lifetime together.

Six weeks later, I woke with a start. Duncan lay behind me, pressed against my back. His arm over my waist, holding me in place. This was how we slept every night.

Though I wasn’t sure how much longer we would be able to. Lucille had come to me last night. She had shared exciting news. Well, I was excited. I wasn’t sure how Duncan would feel.

It was still too early to test, but Lucille was never wrong.

“Duncan,” I whispered.

“Mmm.”

“Duncan, wake up. I have to tell you what Lucille said.”

His eyes snapped open, and he shot up. “Lucille?”

Duncan had finally come to terms with Lucille. The men spent days looking for Brian. It wasn’t until Lucille came to me in a dream and told me where they could find him that they finally tracked him down.

After I made them promise not to kill him.

Thankfully, Brian cooperated and gave them information that helped in locating three other men that were working against Sal. One of them being in New York. They made me no promises for those men.

“What did she say?”

I held his face in my hands and smiled at him. “You’re going to be a father.”

His silence worried me. But when his lips cut into a grin and he kissed me, every last shred of doubt that lived inside me about whether or not Duncan was the man for me, vanished.

“We’re having a baby?”

I nodded, and Duncan gathered me in his arms. “Wait until I tell the others.”

“We can do that tonight. I want to have everyone over for dinner. Including Caity and Maddie.”

Duncan rolled onto his back and sighed. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Sal has been trying to keep her and Cian apart. At least until we find Tyran.”

I shook my head, and Duncan furrowed his brow. “She needs him. Ours won’t be the only announcement tonight.”

Duncan groaned. “Fuck.”

Sal, Cian, and Mac arrived first. Jeffrey was also having dinner with us. He was part of my family. I would call my parents and my sisters tomorrow. Which included Henley. She could tell my brother. He wouldn’t believe me anyway until a doctor confirmed it.

“Maddie, wait!” Caity called out as Maddie stormed in without knocking. It didn’t bother me. I had made it clear we had an open-door policy. I loved having family around.

“Did you know?” Maddie asked when she stormed up to Cian.

His panicked expression said he knew what she was asking.

“Maddie—”

“Did. You. Know?” she asked again, a tear escaping down her cheek.

I hurried over to Maddie. “Know what, sweetie?”

“That he was my father!”

Cian closed his eyes and dropped his head.

“You knew!” She looked around the room. “You all knew!”

“Maddie, honey.”

“No, Uncle Sal. Someone should have told me!”

“I didn’t know, Maddie. Not for sure.”

Maddie whipped around to face her mother. “But you suspected?”

When Caity nodded, her eyes teared. I couldn’t imagine what carrying that burden could have been like.

“I didn’t know until a few weeks ago. None of us had any idea until Nolan told us.”

Caity gasped, and her hands covered her mouth.

“He knew,” Maddie whispered.

She faced her mother. “This is your fault! I lost everything because of you!”

“Maddie, please let me explain.”

“No. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even want to look at you!” Maddie ran upstairs, and I stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Lucille hadn’t told me it would be like this.

Her and I were going to have a come-to-Jesus moment about leaving out important information.

Caity didn’t move. She stood cemented to her spot as Maddie disappeared. Tears streamed down her face.

“Caity.”

She turned a glare at Cian and spat, “Fuck you!” before she turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

“We’re having a baby!” Duncan declared, and I groaned at his timing.

THE END