Irish (Flaming Skulls MC: East Coast Chapter #10)

Chapter 33 #3

"Then we involve the club, Cipher, police, whoever makes sense. I won't walk through another Alderwick alone." That mattered. I watched it land.

"You won't?"

"No."

"Promise?"

"I said I learned too." His expression eased slightly. I stepped closer.

"But you're not going to turn Thistle Eamon would sit where Declan once sat, Niamh would bring Orla, Brigid would almost certainly criticize everything we cooked, and the farmhouse would be loud again.

I looked at the man beside me and understood that perhaps this was what coming home had always required.

Coming home was not about returning to the life that had existed before; it was about building one capable of existing afterward.