Epilogue
Caity
A few weeks later...
I had been going through these files for weeks looking for any clue as to what could be missing. Who had the other files? Sylvia had told Cian that my father was only trusted with so much.
That meant there was still a lot of information we didn’t know.
Cian popped his head into my office.
“You ready to go?”
I sighed heavily, letting my frustration out. I nodded and stood up, grabbing my purse on the way out.
“Let me tell Sal we’re leaving.”
I stood in the doorway just as Sal’s phone rang. He looked at the screen and smiled, and I wondered if it was his daughter, who I hadn’t yet met.
“Beck, calm down.”
Cian and I moved into the office, followed by Mac who had been walking by. Duncan was sitting on the couch against the wall.
“What the fuck?!” he shouted. “I’m on my way, baby girl.”
“What’s going on?”
Sal tucked his phone into his pocket and searched his desk. “Where the fuck are my keys?”
“Boss, what’s going on?” Mac asked.
He looked up. “Maureen went into labor.”
I let my shoulders slump. “Okay, I know she’s older, but women have babies all the time.”
He shook his head, and there was something in his eyes. Fear, devastation. “There was a shooting in town. Grace was taken.”
“Oh my God!”
Grace was my nephew King’s woman. Maureen had told me all about their relationship. A few weeks back before everything happened with Sylvia, she called me crying because the clubhouse had been attacked.
King had lost one of his men, a man Maureen was close to. A few days before that, the bar in town had been shot up.
The bar Grace worked at.
Now she’d been taken.
Duncan stood up. “Let’s go. I have my keys. We’ll get Jeffrey to drive us to New York and use Freyja’s family’s plane.” Sal nodded, not really listening. “Mac, Cian—”
“No, Ci stays.”
“What?” Cian asked.
“You’re still on my shit list; plus, Caity and Freyja need someone here we can trust to watch over them,” Sal said.
Cain nodded, but he wasn’t happy about it. He was still healing from his injuries, so I wouldn’t complain about him being left at home.
“I’ll have Freyja come stay with us until you get back,” I told Duncan.
“Thank you, but she was planning on going home for a visit; she’ll want to move it up a little. She won’t want to be a burden.”
Freyja would be protected at home with her parents. With Sylvia back under the rock she crawled out of, neither Freyja nor I were allowed out alone.
“Please call me as soon as you know anything,” I said, hugging my brother and saying a silent prayer for my nephew’s girl.
If only I’d known just how bad things would get in the coming months.