Page 30 of Celtic Dragon
“So, how was your flight? Are you in Dublin? Or have you already made it to Belfast?” I know I’m spouting off questions, but I want to know everything.
“Easy babe, one at a time. Our flight was good. Spent a lot of time on the plane doing some research into the IRA. And, to my surprise, I was also able to get some sleep.”
“Oh, good. Did you find out anything helpful in your research?” I ask.
“I did.”
“Tell me.”
“Babe, I think it is better that we don’t get into that. I don’t have too much time to talk. Right now, I just want to hear your voice.”
“Oh, ok. Are you in Belfast?”
“Yes, we got to the house about an hour ago.”
“And have you met your family yet?”
“Yeah, some of them, but I’ve been told that there are a lot more I haven’t met yet. But with all that needs to be done, I doubt that I will.”
“Are you ok?” I’m worried about him. He’s got so much to deal with and he is always so strong for everyone. It’s a lot to take in: being in a strange country and meeting a family that he never knew.
“Yeah, babe, I’m good.” He pauses for a moment and then says, “I hate to cut this short, but I gotta go, babe.”
“Ok,” I reply sadly.
“Emma, darl’n, I don’t know when I’m gonna get the chance to call you again. If I don’t get back to you tomorrow, please remember that I love you and I’ll be home soon.”
“I love you too, Cade. Be safe,” I reply. And then, he’s gone.
I hate this! I am hormonal and I want him home. And now I have to deal with the mess of this note without him. Hopefully Hawk is right and this is nothing more than someone trying to mess with us. Maybe Skid, like we thought. I’m sure Cade stepping in with Brianne hurt his pride a bit, not to mention that Grayson was his friend.
I walk back into the kitchen area where everyone else is hanging out. “Was that Ice?” Spike asks.
“Yes. They made it to Belfast.”
“Good.” He walks over to me and puts his arm around me, giving me a slight squeeze. “He’ll be home before you and that baby know it.” I like Spike. If I could pick one of the club members as my big brother, I’d pick him or Rebel.
“Thanks, sweetie. Hopefully you’re right.” I pause and then add, “This whole note thing has got me worried. Hawk says not to bother Caden with it, but all my instincts are shouting at me to tell him.”
“Trust Hawk. He has been around the block a few times and knows what he’s doing. His first priority is his loyalty to Ice. He won’t steer you wrong.”
“Yeah, when you put it like that it does make it a little easier to accept.” He is right. If Ice didn’t trust Hawk implicitly, or even if he couldn’t count on him to do the right thing in any situation, then the whole club would crumble. When you are dealing with anything that involves more than one person, like an MC or a club, the foundation of that club is its leaders. If you can’t trust the leaders, then you have nothing.
“So, Honey girl, whatcha cooking me and Dbag for dinner?” Spike asks.
She laughs. “Who says I am cooking you boys anything?”
“Awww, come on, Honey. We’ve missed your cooking since the clubhouse blew.” He then adds, “Besides, we’re your protection. You gotta keep us nourished, right?” He sounds just like a little boy who’s asking his mom for one more cookie.
As I expected, Honey caves. Although I assume that she was planning on cooking for them all along and was just teasing him.
She says, “I think I am going to make some chili. Does that sound good?”
“Oh, hell yeah!” Spike cheers.
“Fucking A! That sounds awesome, Honey. Can we help?” Dbag adds. These boys may be big, tough bikers, but offer them some good home cooking and they turn to mush.
“Naw, Emma and I got this. You boys go hang out in there or shoot some pool or just do whatever it is you boys do.” Honey says as she shoos them off. She’s so good at handling everyone; I wonder if I’ll ever get to that point.
