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The second swipe was soothing.
The third, my path to forgiving myself…
Once done and showered, I heard a knock at the door. With a towel around my waist, I called out, “Come in.”
Pops and Dagger entered, both jolting to a stop when they saw me. I didn’t acknowledge or bother to explain my haircut. It was personal. It was for me.
I asked, “What is it?”
Pops held up a bundle. It was Elle’s blanket that he bought for her. Who would ever have thought a ‘throw’ blanket could mean so much.
“Thank you,” I said sincerely.
Placing it on the bed, he slowed when seeing all her drawings spread out. The ones of trees were my favorite. Especially the one where we both stood under it, labeled ‘Lynx and Precious’, with blue tears at our feet. The tears ran together, almost looking like a wave of water.
Those items only spurred my mission to an even higher level. “Updates.” Throwing the towel on the bed and grabbing a fresh pair of boxers, I listened.
Dagger, with so much regret I could sense he felt he failed me, said, “Si and the boys think they found her family.”
Boxers on, I was about to explain Elle getting taken was all on me but froze. “Ireland club?”
With a wince, he nodded. “Yeah. The Dullahans.”
Sensing there was much more to be said, I exhaled and grabbed a fresh pair of jeans. “And?”
“From what it sounds, the Dullahans dissolved… After Maeve, Elle’s ‘Mammy’, was kidnapped, and following events, the Prez, who was her father, umm,” he coughed, “couldn’t take it.” He cleared his throat. “The club crumbled without him.”
With clean socks in my hand, I plopped down on the bed. My eyes found Pops.
That could have been us.
Legend had survived the loss of his wife, saving his kids and club.
Elle’s grandfather was a Prez. As Elle would, I grabbed my phone to look up Dullahans. I didn’t find an MC but saw images of a headless man riding a horse. Dullahan was an Irish myth of this creature that called out to souls.
Mom’s words haunted me. Souls are stronger than blood.
The Dullahan images were scary, for sure. The club must’ve been powerful once upon a time, and… was the reason Lorenzo and her Da were careful not to reveal her identity.
Putting my socks on, I commented, “Events? What are you not telling me?”
Pops turned away to look out the window, prompting Dag to be the one to continue. “The fall of the club seemed to happen after another of his young daughters skipped town to search for her sister; Maeve.”
Fucking fate and all its twists and turns.
Preparing for a kick to the gut, I braced my hands on my knees. “Let’s hear it.”
Dag rubbed the back of his neck. “Her name was Tierney.”
Fiery Tierney. “Goddamn.” The redheaded club girl that got under Dad’s skin.
Dagger replied, “At first, we thought it was a coincidence… but then we learned Tierney’s mother’s name.”
I just knew the answer… “Elleora.”
Pops covered his face, probably as stunned as me with these connections.
“Fuck me.” I sighed in amazement at how Elle and I were destined.
