Page 29 of Celtic Dragon
“Well, now you know everything.”
“It’s about fucking time!” I put my arm around his shoulders and give him the biker man hug. “It’s all good now.”
After my conversation with Rebel, I can see that he is getting back to the Rebel Irishman I need. As I’m sitting at the bar, working on my drink, I think about the events of the day.What the hell else is gonna get thrown my way?
My plate is quickly becoming full and I’m starting to feel a huge fucking weight on my shoulders. First, I have Emma and our kid to worry about. The last thing I wanted to do was leave her, especially after everything that we’ve been through over the last few months. Then there’s my club, the deal with the Satans, and moving into a new clubhouse. And we can’t forget Ari, Rebel, and his psycho ex-girlfriend. Oh, and let me just add more shit to the pile: the fucking IRA, my aunt and uncle, and Rebel’s relationship with his brothers!
I finish my drink and walk back over to where my boys are sitting. “We need to go. Rebel, you know where we’re going, right?”
“Yep, sure do.”
“Finish your drinks, shit needs to get done.” I look around the room for Declan and find him over by the pool table talking to one of his club members.
I walk over to him and say, “Declan, man, thanks for everything, but we really need to get going.”
“Hey, no problem, Ice. Let me get someone to escort you all to Rebel’s family.”
“Naw, that won’t be necessary, Rebel said he knows the way,” I reply. “You gonna be around the next few days?”
“Yeah, no runs planned until next month.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch. I need to talk with the family first and assess the situation. I’m afraid that once we get more details, I’m gonna need you.”
“Like I said before, whatever you need.”
“Thanks again,” I say as I man-hug him. I walk over to the boys and say, “Let’s go.”
Chapter 10
Emma
Honey and I get back to the house with Dbag and Spike. The note I received earlier had gotten me riled, but after talking to Hawk and Honey about it and being away from the house for a bit, I had begun to relax. That is, until now. Being back at the house reminds me of the feelings I had when I discovered the note. I was so sure that someone was in the trees watching me.
We all walk into the house and once the door is closed and locked, I turn to Spike and say, “Spike, I know this might sound a bit paranoid, but I think it is important for you to know that when I discovered the note on my car I was sure that someone was in the trees watching and listening.”
“You sure? You don’t think that maybe you were just freaked out by the note?” he asks.
“At first, I did think that, but then a feeling came over me. You know, that one where your stomach falls to the grounds and your skin begins to prickle? I would bet money that someone was there.”
“Ok, darl’n. Dbag and I will go check it out.”
“Thank you.” They pull out their guns and hold them at their sides as they walk out the door.
A few minutes later the guys return. Spike says, “Well, Miss Emma, I don’t want to scare you more than you already are, but I think you’re right. There is a pile of cigarette butts behind the tree over by the driveway. If any of our guys were out here, they wouldn’t be hiding in the trees and wouldn’t need to hide their cigarette butts.” He starts walking through the house and making sure that all the windows and doors in the house are locked. “You ladies don’t go outside for anything. Not even the mail. You hear me?” Honey and I both nod.
Just then my phone starts to ring. I walk over to my bag and pull it out. Checking the caller ID, I’m delighted to see that it’s Caden. “Hey, handsome!” I say into the phone as I walk into the other room for some privacy.
“Hey, beautiful! How’s my best girl?” I want to tell him everything about what has happened today, but then I remember Hawk’s words. Hawk was right, Cade has a lot on his plate right now and until we know more about this, it is best to not say anything.
“Emma?” he says again, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I’m sorry, babe. I’m doing good. Honey and I have tried to keep busy so we don’t miss you too much.”
“You can miss me. It’s ok,” he says with a chuckle. “Actually, I would prefer it if you missed me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t miss you, I said I was just trying to keep busy so your absence was more bearable to take. Better?” I tease.
“Better.”
