“Once this shit with the Destructive Sons is dealt with, then we’ll be golden.”
“Slainte,” he raised his beer and clinked it with mine. I looked around the clubhouse and noticed how at ease everyone was. We finally had a way to rid Ireland of a dictator of a club. It felt like freedom in a way. They’d always been an issue, usually siding with the Rabid Wolves and Broken Reapers whenever they needed the assist. With them gone, it meant we could expand the Ghost Rebels into Belfast and that opened up a lot of doors for everyone, especially Eamon and Lorcan.
“Cooper told me who your father was,” Lorcan said suddenly. I felt my stomach drop as I looked back at him. He was so hard to read when he didn’t want to give anything away.
“And?”
“I know him,” Lorcan said. “I’m part of the Onyx.”
“I’m aware.”
“Have you ever met him?” Lorcan asked.
“Not as an adult,” I admitted. “I remember aspects of being a child with him around, but not a lot. I remember his voice, but not his face.”
Lorcan nodded. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you look a lot like him. If you were ever in Europe, I’d be wary. You’d quite easily be mistaken for him yourself. I’m kicking myself that I didn’t recognise it in you earlier.”
“Noted, thank you.”
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t even know he had a son,” Lorcan added. “But if he knew you were still alive, he’d be after you to train you up to take on his job one day, and he’s a mean son of a bitch. He doesn’t care about anything. Your sisters are just as intense.”
“I’ve heard things, yeah, but I wouldn’t disrespect my mother by seeking him out. She died to protect me from him.”
Lorcan nodded. “Good.”
I took a swig of my beer just as the door opened to the clubhouse, and we all froze. Alasdair stood with three men behind him who all looked frighteningly like Keefe.
Keefe pushed off the wall, his eyes on his father, who held a gun to his side.
“Where is she?” he demanded. “Where is my daughter?”
“She’s safe,” Keefe called out to him.
“You think you can keep her safe from me? One phone call and she’ll come crawling back.”
“Just like your other daughter did?” Viper spat. “Maybe you don’t have as much control as you think you do.”
The smile on Alasdair’s face was malicious. His eyes grazed over to where I stood, worried Shona would show up at any time.
“You…when you walked into my clubhouse, I should have known who you were. It’s funny, the game of genetics, isn’t it? We always look like a family member in a way that borders on being freaky. I’m guessing you don’t want your family to know where you are. I hear your father has been looking for his long lost son for over twenty years.”
My stomach dropped, but I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. I needed to keep my wits about me. Kayleigh had managed to shrink down behind the bar. I motioned for her behind the bar to get down the hall and to safety. She shifted slowly so she could make a run for it. Luckily, the bar was set up in a way that it allowed her to get away undetected.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied. “You must have me mistaken for someone else.”
Alasdair chuckled darkly. “I bet he’d do almost anything if I told him where to find you. That would solve two problems now, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh?”
“I would have one of the most powerful criminals in Europe at my mercy, and no one would be around to keep my daughter from me.”
Fear laced through me and set my nerves on edge. My fingers itched to grab my gun, but it was in my room. The hatred I had for this man was only increasing the longer he stood there. He turned back to Keefe.
“Bring me Darby and I won’t betray your little secret, and all of you stay out of Belfast. We’ll be done.”
I could see by the look on his sons’ faces behind him that he hadn’t run that by them. The confusion told me he was grandstanding, which means he was only playing the part.
“That ain’t going to happen,” Keefe said.
