Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
It’s the truth. Da told me that I only come back if it’s to bury him. I fought him, I argued for months, but he didn’t want to hear anythin’ ’bout it. So, I finally appeased the old man and walked out. I knew he only said what he did because he didn’t want to see me stuck in the small town. I knew he’d always felt trapped there, having taken over the shop from his da, and he wanted a better opportunity for me.
It was the first time in my life I did listen to him. Even though I check in with him every day, I haven’t gone back.
“Tye,” Monster calls to me, breaking the spell that’s so clearly captured both Einin and myself. “Let’s get her home.”
“Aye,” I say with a nod and turn back to her. “We’ll go home. To Belfast.”
“Ye’re part of a motorcycle gang now?” Einin asks with a small smile, lifting her brow.
I take her hand and tangle my fingers with hers.
“They’re family,” I tell her. “Let’s get yer things and head out. I’m knackered.”
We walk up the stairs, and she heads to a bedroom that looks fancy enough. I wonder if they put the girls in rooms like this to make them feel comfortable, so they don’t fight when the violence comes. But then again, I’m not sure what has happened to any of the women we saved today.
I want to ask her, but now isn’t the time. Once we’re home, safely, I’ll sit her down. She needs to talk about what happened. I have to know what she’s been through. I’ve been in contact with a group who call themselves The Fallen. They’d been searchin’ for their sister and twin brothers, who were stolen when they were much younger than Einin was. When I mentioned the agent was comin’ out here, I put them in contact with him.
Hopefully, they have a happy endin’ just like I have. Einin turns once she’s packed her shite and smiles. “I’m ready to go.” Even though her lips are tilted up at the corners, there’s sadness in her eyes.
“I know ye’re not all right, and things have been shite, but you’re safe now. I’m never lettin’ you outta my sight,” I tell her. It’s the truth. I can’t lose her again. Ever. “That day on the beach, when I kissed ye,” I whisper when she nears me, “I meant it. I meant every feckin’ moment.”
She stops in front of me. Instinctively, I take her rucksack and swing it over my shoulder, but I don’t break eye contact.
“I know,” is all she says before she takes my hand and we head back down to where the rest of the men are waitin’.
The brothers only offer a greetin’ when I introduce each of them in turn. I know they’re curious to learn about the new girl in our world. I wasn’t lyin’ to her when I said they’re family. We run on loyalty and strength.
“Rebel, Sully, Racer.” I point at the three brothers in the front. “This is Einin,” I say as I glance down at her. Each of them offers a tip of their head before I continue namin’ the brothers who are stood further back. Once the introductions are done, I head to my bike and help Einin on behind me.
Monster returns from talkin’ to the agent who follows behind him. “Are ye all ready to go?”
“Aye,” Sully responds first, but Rebel steps forward. I hadn’t thought about how he would be doin’. I didn’t see Callia, and they didn’t mention her name.
“Boss!” a voice shouts from the house and they turn to him.
From behind the peeler who’s standing on the threshold of the mansion, a girl steps out, and for a moment, I think it’s Callia.
Her gaze lands on Rebel’s and I realise it is her. Only her hair isn’t blond, it’s a pastel pink and longer, much longer. She races into Rebel’s arms and sobs. The sound of her anguished cries has me pulling Einin into my arms. I’m thankful she seems almost normal, as if she’s okay. For the most part, I think she is. The man who took Callia from us was the devil himself. Which makes me wonder about the man who owns this house, who owns Einin right now.
“Let’s go,” Monster announces and we get on our bikes.
The rumble of all the engines at once vibrates through me. With Einin’s arms around me, I pull away, following behind in formation with the rest of the brothers.
Our connection with the Italians has allowed us use of their private plane. Venier is a good lad. Since he’s taken over from his father, for the most part, things seem to be runnin’ smoothly. So, when we get to the hangar, the aircraft is waitin’ to take us back to Ireland. The FBI can question Einin when they meet us in Belfast. I don’t want her to be here longer than she needs to. They have so many captives to question before they need Einin.