Chapter 53
H aving all the pieces to Helen’s story is all I wished for from the moment the seed was planted that she might be alive.
But now that I have them…I wonder if it would be easier if she was dead.
I’d much rather shoulder that pain than have her go through what she did, what those sick motherfuckers put her through.
How can she stand to let me touch her? Hell, how is she even still standing ?
In the morning, I’ll get to work tracking down every sick motherfucker who had anything to do with her time in Belfast but, for now, I’ll hold her and do all I can to absorb her pain. A listening ear is the very least I can offer her.
“I feel like all we’ve done since I got back is talk about me.
What’s happened in your world? Catch me up, please.
I’m sick to death talking about me and my trauma.
I’d much rather talk about you. What ever happened to Sheila?
To your dad’s house?” She tilts her chin to look at me from her place on my chest.
“The house is still there, but it never felt right moving into it. I pay for it to be looked after, but it’s empty. As for Sheila, she passed a year or two after Da.” Running my hand down her back, I play with her hair as she blinks up at me with sorrow-filled eyes.
“She loved him, didn’t she?”
“She did. I like to think they’re together now,” I murmur, squeezing her closer.
“I bet they are.” She kisses my chest before switching subjects. “And business? What’s been happening there?”
“It’s a shit show, if I’m honest with you.
I thought when Logan killed Angus, things would settle down, but if anything, things got worse.
We learnt about the dark web, which led us down a rabbit hole.
Logan overhauled the entire Clan; we lost one of our own, and we thought we’d gotten to the root of the problem, only to discover the damn thing was still running.
It’s like a damn viper—cut off one head, and another grows, no matter what we do.
” Frustration bleeds from me as I summarise the last few months.
With a frown, she hums as she processes.
This is another thing I’ve missed: how we could bounce ideas back and forth off each other and conquer whatever issue plagued us.
After a few moments of consideration, she snaps her fingers and props herself up a bit to look at me better.
Her hair falls round her face in a sex-rumpled mess that has my ego standing tall.
“Have you considered instead of actively hunting them down, maybe blending in? Making up some fake profile and gaining their trust until you’re invited to the next auction?
Instead of having a rat in your midst, be like a rat in theirs, ideally without telling anyone.
That way, the chances of it leaking are as low as possible. ”
“It’s worth a shot,” I muse before pulling her into a kiss and ending all conversation. Business will still be here in the morning. For now, I want to enjoy the feeling of my sweetheart being back where she belongs.