When I got back, the girls were there and the boys were back. I walked into the clubhouse and the girls greeted me with loud cheers. I noticed some of the neighboring charters of the Sons had come in too. Dawn handed me my jacket, it still had the President patch on it.
"Welcome back." She said. I took off the unmarked leather jacket and pulled on the Devil's Daughters jacket. I was handed a beer, and the party began.
" I heard a rumor that you picked up some new tricks Smiley." Jax said.
"Wha' an 86 a year or so ago isn' good enough?" I asked. He laughed. I pulled out my a cheaper butterfly knife. I dipped it in a bottle and lit it on fire. I did a few simple tricks with it, tossing it around. The boys nodded approval. I extinguished it.
" Now we ge' inta a world tha' is fun. Volunteers please." I said. I drew a bowie knife. Juice raised his hand. I smiled, found a toothpick. " Hold this in yer mouth like this." I showed him that I wanted the least amount in his mouth. "Then stand against the wall like this, an' don' move. Don' fuckin' flinch. Ye move at the wrong time this can hurt." He looked at me nervously. "Trus' me. Do as I ask an' this is safe. Ye move, it becomes no' safe." He nodded and did as I asked. I walked back a good ten feet away.
"Ye lads ready? This happens fas'." I said, there was an uproar. I spun around, then let the blade fly at Juice. It cut the toothpick clean in half and buried itself in the wall next to his face. He moved back and held up what was left of the tooth pick. There was an uproar, I smiled as Chibs grabbed Juice's shoulders and looked at the pick.
"Alrigh' this nex' one, I require someone who can throw a blade." A Son I didnt recognise stepped up. I walked over to the wall and pulled the knife from it. I handed it to the Son and went back to stand in front of the wall.
"Throw it at me. Try ta kill me" I said. He shrugged and threw it. I caught the handle, the blade inches from my face. The clubhouse applauded.
"This one I learned at a carnival a while back, took me a few tries ta ge' it down." I said, I took the knife and pushed it through my forearm. The wound didnt hurt. and it didnt bleed.
"Shit Smiles. " Someone said in the now silent room. I pulled out the blade, again no blood, it was like there was no wound. I saw nods.
"What else?" I asked. I balanced the handle on the tip of my nose, keeping the knife steady, I flicked my head and it flew up, I caught the blade in my mouth safely. There was an applause.
" I'm all ou' of tricks lads."
" Smiley, 69 it with Chibby!" Rosemary said. " You promised me." She reminded me.
"How ye remember shit like tha' is beyond me." I said, the crowd laughed. I looked to Chibs.
"Are ye up fer it auld man?" I asked.
"I'm no' old. I can handle it." He huffed loudly. I smiled and got the butterfly knife ready, it would be set aflame again.
" Wha' happens?" He asked.
" Ye stand there. I need ye ta have a good stance, ye move it makes my job harder. This ones tricky, I ge' on yer shoulders, then hang upside down it looks similar to a 69 sex position, instead of suckin' yer dick, Im doing knife tricks with a knife tha's on fire."
" So if ye fuck this up I could ge' stabbed in the balls, with a flamin' knife." He asked.
"Aye, tha's it. I could always ge' a differen' volunteer, bu' Rosemary isn' lettin' this one go." He nodded, bu' smiled.
"I go' this." He said.
"Ye sure?" I asked, he nodded, but grabbed a bottle of wha' smelt like vodka and took a good swig from it. "Oi, I need a leg up."Two guys helped me onto Chibs' shoulders. "Ye ready love?" I asked.
"Lets jus' ge' this done." He said. I smiled.
"Have a little faith lad." I said before leaning forward, he caught my waist before I hit the ground. I lit the knife on fire and started. Dawn and Rosemary began the count, and just like last time, they got the whole place counting, when it reached 69, I put the knife out and set it down. I put my hands flat.
"Ye can le' go of me now Chibs." I said, I felt him let go and step back.I was handstanding on my own before I pushed off and landed on my feet. A few of the guys from the club were around Chibs. I sat down and lit up a cigarette, watching the fun. Chibs walked over and put his hands on the armrests of my chair.
"I am going ta make ye pay fer tha'." He said. I smiled.
" I think ye enjoyed it." I said.
"I am still goin' ta ge' ye back." He said, I laughed.
" Im sure ye are." He kissed me soft and slow, right there in front of everyone.I put my hands on his face. I almost forgot there were other people around until I heard a cat call whistle. I giggled and tried to pull away, but he held me close deepening the kiss. When he did pull away, the noise had grown deafening. The cat calls and wolf whistles.
" Get some!" Someone yelled.
"Look wha' ye've done." I said. He smiled.
"Now I'll have ta kick yer ass." I said.
"I'd like to see you try." He said. I stood up and pushed him lightly.
"Are ye doubtin' my abilities ta kick yer ass?" I asked, stepping close to him. Those nearest us laughed.
"Shit man, you better back down." Someone said.
" I don' think ye could do it." He said.
" We migh' have ta set rules then." I said.
"No weapons, all else is fair." I crossed my arms.
" Are we going ta make it ta the ring or-" I heard the door get kicked in. I turned and saw the San Joaquin Sheriff's department walk in. I walked over.
"Is there a problem officer?" I asked. I was probably the only one sober enough to actually talk to the man. He and a bunch of others stood in the door way.
" Noise complaints." He said. He sniffed. " Do you smell smoke?" He asked, I heard the guys groan.
" Aye, cigarette smoke."
"No, like burning alcohol." He said trying to move around me. I stepped with him.
"I do knife tricks, I se' one of my blades on fire for the trick. Everything was safely pu' ou'. Would ye like ta see one?" I smiled.
" And who are you?" He asked.
"I'm Brònach MacFallan, Presiden' of the Devil's Daughters motorcycle club." I said.
"You, uh, go' a passport there Ms. MacFallan?" He asked, eyeing my scars.
"Aye, I do. Is there a problem?" I asked.
" Not if I can see it." He said. I looked over my shoulder.
"May I ask why ye need ta see my id? I know my rights officer, uh, Roosevel'. Have I committed a crime? Or given ye reasonable suspicion tha' I have?" I asked.
"Perhaps we should take this outside." He said.
"Why? I haven' committed a crime. I am of legal drinkin' age in yer country. The lads and me girls were jus' celebratin' me homecomin'. Been away a while." I said.
" Bronch, I would like you to step outside with me, I smell marijuana and would like to search you for possession."
"Me name is Brònach lad, bu' I would gladly step outside ta allow ye ta search fer somethin' I don' have." I said. Grateful I had left my butterfly knife somewhere.
" Smiles dont go with him, he's been giving us nothing but trouble." Jax said.
"The officer claims reasonable suspicion, I'll go with him." I said. He nodded. I stepped outside with the three officers and presented my passport and drivers license. I let them search for marijuana, and they found none.
" What happened to your face Ms. MacFallan?" He asked, I smiled.
" Call me Smiles, or Smiley. When I was twenty two, I moved ta Glasgow, I was mugged an' raped, they believe by a local gang. They mark their victims with the Glasgow Grin." I said. He frowned.
"Im sorry to hear that. Did they catch them?" He asked.
"Its in the pas', made me who I am today. Bu' no, they never caugh' them. Scotland Yard is really good fer nothing."I said.
"What are you doing with these guys?You seem smart."
"Thank ye. I pride meself in my intelligence an' my skills. An' those lads an' lasses in there are me friends, me family really. " Stepped closer to him. " Harrass my family again, an' I'll give ye a figh' o' yer life, legally an' elsewhere." I lowered my voice. He smiled.
"Got the money to do that?" He asked.
" Perhaps, or perhaps I have friends in high places. " I shrugged. " Bu' make no mistake, I can be dangerous, in the legal sense o' course. Don' underestimate me." He nodded, still smiling.
" I don't think I will Ms. MacFallan. " He handed me my passport and id." Have a good night." He said.
"An' ye too officer. I sincerely hope ye stop harrassin' my family withou' cause. I would hate ta have ta become….uncivil." I said quietly.
" I have cause." He started to walk away. I reached out my hand.
"Whoa, easy there sweetheart." a different officer said.
" I jus' wanted ta shake his hand." I said, Officer Roosevelt turned and shook my hand. "Ye have a good nigh' officer." I smiled warmly. He nodded, and the three of them left.
"You handled that well." Jax said, the Redwood boys came out.
"I though' ye were goin' ta kick his ass." Chibs said.
"Nah, ye have ta play his game his way, this guy smar'. He likes mind games. I'll fuck him up, his way." I said, lighting up a cigarette. Clay scoffed.
"Good luck with that."
"Well if he keeps harrassin' my family, he's no' goin' ta like whal comes at him. We'll press him from both sides if he doesnt back off." I said.
"How?" Bobby asked.
"She does have friends in high places like she was saying." Dawn said.
"Aye, and I have a shitload o' money." I said.
"Wha' if he star's digging into you?" Chibs asked.
"The name Brònach MacFallan is clean. She's been a peach her whole life. Came from a poor family on one of the smaller islands of Scotland. Got a job at a law firm with a hotshot lawyer in London saved her money an' made it rich. She donates ta the poor, helps with charity even's, donates blood an' bone marrow every month. She set up a sanctuary fer abused women in Glasgow, an' has a rape awareness campaign. He'll find nothing but a very popular social butterfly, who bears the scars of her past and uses them to create awareness." I told them.
"You dont actually do all that, do you?" Tig asked. I laughed.
"No' one bi' of it." I could feel their approval. "Keep anyone who's too drunk or stoned here. Tha' officer will have pu' someone jus' outside to stop nearly everyone who leave the gate." I said. Chibs put an arm around me.
"It will be very good to have you around." Bobby said. I smiled.
"It's good ta be around." I said. " Bu' I think Im goin' ta head ou'. Give ye more room fer those who've already crashed, looks like it'll be a full house tonight.
" Where are you staying?" Chibs asked as we walked to my bike.
" Probably a cheap motel." I said.
" Nonsense, ye stay with me. Cheaper an' easier." He said.
" Alrigh' then." I sighed. "Yer too drunk to ride withou' getting a dui, grab yer helme' an' ge' on." I said.
" I can ride." He argued.
"Aye, an' ge' yerself a dui. I saw how much ye drank tonigh'. Jus' ge' on." I said. He sighed, bu' did it. I let him point me to his apartment, It had been a long time since I had been here. After discovering that he had left his keys at the clubhouse, I jimmied the window and opened the door from the inside.
" I can' tell if I did any damage ta the window lad." I said as he flopped down on his bed. " If there is I'll fix it." I told him as I pulled off his boots and kut. I hung the kut on a hook on the back of his bedroom door. Then I pulled a blanket over him. I went out to the living room. With that threat this morning, I wasnt going to sleep tonight. I cleaned the house quietly, until dawn. When I saw the sun coming up, I made coffee. Even though I didnt drink it personally, I had learned how to make it a while ago. I found a soda in the fridge and took it for myself. It was almost noon before he woke up. He came out, looking at the light like it was the devil incarnate.
"I woke up an' ye weren' there." He said as I handed him a cup of coffee and the bottle of asprin.
" I didn' sleep. I did some damage ta yer window when I jimmied it las' nigh'. I didn' wan' anyone ta sneak in while we were sleepin' so I opted ou' of it." I said. He frowned as he sat down.
" I didnt think I had had tha' much ta drink las' nigh'." He complained. I shrugged.
"Once, one o' me friends on the ambulance go' pretty pished one nigh', he turned up at my apartment, went into my kitchen, took a knife and demanded tha' I throw my fruit at him. Ta humor him I did, he sliced at the air an' yelled 'I am the fruit ninja!'. He never once go' anything. An' this was after he turned his phone onta airplane mode an' threw it. Several times he threw it an' yelled ' Transform damnit. I think this goddamn thing's broken.' It could be worse." I smiled at the memory. He chuckled.
"Aye, I guess it could."
"Don' worry aboo' the window, I was goin' ta fix it fer ye taday. If the boys and me girls don' need me." I said.
"Ye can fix windows?" He asked.
" I can do alo' of things lad. Wha' is on the schedule fer today?" I asked sipping my soda.
" I don' know. We should head over to the clubhouse an' find ou'." He said. I nodded.
"Alrigh' then." He stood and walked over to the window.
"Shit lass ye didn' cause hardly any damage to it." He said. I shrugged.
" Jus' me bein' paranoid then." I said standing and pulling on my jacket. He stopped and looked around.
"Did ye clean? Wha' is with ye an' the cleanin' lately?" He asked. I ran a hand through my hair, felt my scar with my tongue.
"I don' know ta be hones'." I laughed. "I guess I clean when I ge' bored." He made a face like that was the weirdest tick in the world. I shrugged. " Better than killing people when Im bored." I said.
"Aye, I guess so." And with that we headed over to the garage.
When we got there, Tig had stepped out onto the loading dock that had been turned into a porch for the clubhouse. He looked worse than Chibs.
"Hey there Tiggy boy." I said loudly when I got closer.
"Easy there Smiles, no need to be cruel." He flinched at the sound of my voice. I lit up a cigarette. " Jesus those smell weird, why is it black?" He asked.
"Clove cigarettes. I prefer them ta plain tobacco." I shrugged. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Hey there kiddies." Clay said coming out of the club house.
"I hope no one gave ye too much trouble las' night." I said.
" Nothing we couldnt handle. You left this though." He handed me me the butterfly knife.
"Aye good thing I did too." I said taking it. "So wha's on yer agenda fer today?" I asked.
"We have a meeting with Romeo today, want to tag along?" He asked.
" Romeo Parada?" I asked, not believing the names coming from his nodded. "Shi' ye boys are in deep if yer talkin' with Romeo." I said, scratching the back of my neck. " Aye, I'll tag along, bu' I'll no' wear my Devil's Daughters jacket. I don' want them involved. If they sell ye ammo an' ye sell it ta the cartel tha's fine. Bu' they are no' ta go near them." I said. He nodded.
"Understood." My work phone rang. I stood.
" I've go' ta take this." I said before walking to the far side of the boxing ring and answering it.
"Allo?"
" I have a job for you." A Woman said.
" Perhaps. I need details, then I do a wee bi' o' diggin' an' I decide." I said. I heard the phone shift like she was nodding.
"They say your the best." She said. I smiled.
"Well doll, if tha's wha' they say, who am I ta say any differen'? I ge' the job done as needed, cleanly, quickly an' discreetly." I said.
"Ok." She said. After a moment of silence I spoke up.
" I need a name, if I am ta look inta anythin' love." I said pulling out a pen and small note pad I kept around. She gave me a name, and I jotted it down, made sure the spelling was right. "Alright. Call this number again tomorrow. I'll le' ye know if I can be of service. We'll discuss paymen' then." I said.
" Okay. But after then, I need this done quickly." Sweet thing. It sounded like she had never ordered a hit before. Which lead me to believe her husband was some rich mobster she was tired of.
" I understand. If I take the job, it will be completed within the week, dependin' on where in the world ye are."
" I'll call back in tomorrow then."
"Good." With that, I hung up. I closed the pad and put it in my back pocket as I walked back.
"Everything good?" Juice asked.
"Business as usual laddy. Wan' ta look inta name fer me?" I asked, I felt I could trust him, and the guys were always using him to hack the internet.
"For your work? What do you need?" He sounded others watched me curiously.
"Everything, name date o' birth. Where he lives, wha' he drives where he works, wha' his bank looks like. Anythin' an' everythin'. Dig deep. I need ta know if he has any skeletons in his close'. I need ta make sure he fits me mold before I agree to the job." I said, crossing my arms and legs and leaning against the side of the table.
"Shit. Really? You want me to do this?" He asked.I nodded.
"Aye, ye all know who I am. An' I wan' ta see wha' ye can do. I'll do my own research an' we'll compare notes tomorrow." I said.
"I wont get in trouble?" He asked. "If you get caught?"
"No. Ye won' mainly because I won' ge' caugh', bu' secondly yer aloud to look into people. Most everything is on the internet anyway." He nodded.
"Cool, whats the name?"
"I'll give it to ye after the meetin' with Romeo." I said.
"Well, the meetings at three." Clay said.
" Chibs, Smiles, why don't you go up to the warehouse and look around. You can fill her in on whats going on."He nodded, and stood.
"Shall we?" I asked. We walked to the bikes and left. I loved the ride out to the warehouse. It was beautiful, and it was a nice day. When we got to the warehouse, which was cleverly disguised as a warehouse for auto parts, he started filling me in. After the walk through we sat outside.
"What was that with Juice earlier?" He asked.
" He needs to know people wan' him around. By includin' him in a small piece of my work, Ive shown him tha' I trus' him, tha' I like his input. The small things like tha', even if they don' realise it, helps. " I answered.
" An' wha' aboo' me?" He asked, I smiled.
"Feelin' lef' ou'?" I asked. "Hell, I'd take ye with me if I could." I said looking at him.
"Why don' ye?" He was full of questions today.
"It's a dangerous business, one tha' if I ge' caugh', if ye were with me, we would be in massive trouble. With all the people I've killed, I would be lookin' at a death sentence. Every job could be my las' an' I don' wan' ta involve ye with it." I said. "These boys need ye. Ye bring an elemen' to the group tha's very importan' an' they would fall apar' withou' ye." I told him.
"Yer tryin' ta protec' me?"
"Im tryin ta minimize the damage I'll cause. If I wanted ta proctec' ye, I would leave an' never come ' ye forge' me." I said.
"Why?Ye see the life I live." He said.
"Because I see yer pain. I may no' know yer history, bu' I know wha' a man whos bein' haunted by his demons looks like. I don' wan' ye ta be in pain lad." I said, noticing that he was slowly moving to me, until he stood toe to toe with me. " Because I love ye, every day I though' of ye. I tried ta stay away. I know it's better fer ye, bu' I can'. Im being selfish, bu' I don' care." I looked down at our feet, then up into his eyes. I bit my lip, fearing that now I had told him, he wouldnt return the feelings or would shun me.
He leaned down and kissed me.I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms snaked around my waist. I slid my hand down to his chest, and grabbed his jacket, pulling him closer. He picked me up and put me on the wooden rail that used to be a hitching post. I felt his lips part, I let mine follow. Our tongues met and tasted each other, exploring like it was that first time. I was so lost in the moment I didnt hear the roar of motorcycles approaching.
"Damn Chibs." Jax said. We broke apart, and I felt heat of embarrassment creep up my neck. Chibs glared over his shoulder, his hands still on my waist.
"Didnt know you had a barn fetish." Tig said. Chibs turned to me and kissed me lightly before turning around.
"It's no' a fetish." He said.
"Really?" Tig said. Chibs flipped him off. "I bet you and your fellow scott would have gotten it on out here if we hadnt shown up." He said. I flipped him off, then hopped off the post and walked over to him.
"Jelous Tiggy?" I asked. "Don' make me kill ye." I smiled sweetly, then walked away. I figured Chibs had made a face at his friend.
"Alright, look sharp, they're here." Happy said. I stood behind the group. Far enough away I wouldnt hear their bussiness, but close enough to help should these guys try anything. I planted my feet and crossed my arms. Romeo and his friends got out of the hummer that pulled up. He jerked his head at me.
"Who's that?" He asked. I wore sunglasses so he would have a harder time identifying me if he ever tried to later.
" A friend. She's been providing security for the old ladies, we wanted to be prepared in case of an attack, she's very good at what she does."
"A mercenary?" He asked.
"A friend." Clay repeated. He jerked his head, gesturing he wanted to talk on the other side of the hummer, out of my sight, and ear shot. Chibs stood by me.
" I don' like this lad." I said, eyeing the cartel members in front of us.
"I don' either, it's jus' fer a little while, we took a hit these pas' few years, the cash these guys bring in is helping us get back on our feet again." He said. I looked up at him.
"There is no 'little while' with a Mexican Drug cartel. They call the shots, no' the other way around. I think ye boys don' know wha' ye go' yerselves into. " I said in a low voice, I stopped talking as one of mexicans approached us.
" I am Louise." He said, extending a hand.
" Smiley." I said, shaking it. I got a bad feeling from this guy, not because he was cartel, but something else was up.
"How long have you been working with the Sons?" He asked.
" Here an' there fer a few years." I said.
" It's interesting, to see two people with similar facial scars together like this. Let me guess, you bonded because of the horrors you two shared." Chibs went to say something and step forward, but I stopped him.
"Actually, we bonded over our love for motorcycles and fine whiskey." I said purposely trying to be an ass.
" I heard you were in Belgium Ulchabhán." He said, I frowned, how did he know who I was? Or atleast, what I did.
" Puerto Rico was my las' stop." I said. " I haven' been in Belgium since las' fall." I crossed my arms. "How do you know who I am?" I asked.
"Not too many beautiful scottish women with your scars. I kind of keep track of major players in your field. A hobby of mine." He smiled. Shit, he kept tabs on me an' the others in case we tried to off his people.
"These guys are friends. Im not being paid by any of them to do anything." I said. He nodded.
"I doubt they could afford your quality of work any offense partner." He said to Chibs.
"Aye, I doubt I could afford her too. But shes a friend, came out here to show her the warehouse, she likes guns." Chibs said.
" Im sure she does." Louise replied.
"Still here laddies. " I snapped. Louise chuckled.
"Perhaps one day I'll see about contracting you." He said.
" Well, clearly ye know how ta find me, so if tha' day comes, be my guest." I replied. This guy was making me nervous.
" Hey, Louise, we're finished here." Romeo called.
"Be careful out there Ulchabhán, its dangerous, and I would hate to see such a beautiful scottish rose get hurt."
"Im more the thistle than the rose lad. I can take care of myself." I said. He laughed.
"I can see." Then he turned and got into the hummer, and they left.
"Wha' was tha' aboo'?" Chibs asked me.
"He was letting me know tha' if someone tried to contract me to kill his bosses, he knew who I was. Tha' guy basically told me he could end me with a phone call." I took off my sun glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose, this was going to be a fun ride.
"Jesus." Jax said hearing me.
" As long as I don' kill any of his guys, I think we're at an understanding. I le' him do his thing, he le's me do mine." I said. "I hope you an' Romeo go' yer meetin' business discussed." I looked at him.
"We did. He wants to make sure the Irish Kings are coming, I assured him they were." Chibs nodded.
"They were on their way ou' las' I heard." He said. Jax nodded.
" Well, I had better go ge' tha' name ta Juice." I said, turning to leave. Chibs walked with me.
"Maybe we could go fer dinner, or drinks later tonigh'." He said. I smiled.
" I would like tha' Chibs." I said before I started the engine, I went back to the clubhouse, enjoying the ride back, though not as much as the ride out. I walked into the clubhouse,
"Juicey!" I yelled. I heard him scramble to get out here. He came around the corner, then nodded.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I go' tha' name fer ye. Wanna play mercenary?" I asked, holding up the pad of paper, I had my laptop with me. He smiled.
"Alright, sure." I smiled.
"We'll do this a wee bi' differen' than normal. We si' down an' dig fer an hour. When the hour is up, whoever has the mos' info wins." I said.
"What do they win?" He asked.
"They decide." I said shrugging. He smiled.
"Challenge accepted." He shook on it.
"Ge' yer computer boy." I said sitting down, I pulled out my reading glasses. He sat down across from me.
"The name is Damon Cooper. Le's start." And with that we set off. At the end of the hour Juice had more dirt on the target. I smiled.
"Well boy-o, ye won, wha' do ye wan'?" I asked, leaning back. Most of the others had been in and out, not really paying attention to us.
"A favor, cashed in at my ." He said.
"As long as it doesnt involve hurtin' inncoen's an' fits with me rules. I'll agree to it." He nodded.
"Then Juice, ye have one favor, cashed in at yer discretion." We shook on it.
" Well, I think thats everything on him, the shit this guy has done." He shook his head going through his notes and papers.
"Killed his own kid, though, there wasnt enough proof."
"Bea's his wife.I'll be' it was her makin' the call, this guy is a class a shi' head." I said.
"So you'll be taking it?" He asked. I nodded.
"Aye, dependin' where they are, I'll be in an ou' in a week, probably less." I said. " The clien' is callin' in tomorrow. I'll accep' it. She ge's me on the firs' plane ta wherever the hell she is, in ou'. I'll be back in Charming soon enough.'' I said.
"What about your club?" He asked. I sighed.
"I think I'll be stepping down as President. I love my club, but I can' run both worlds righ' now." I said. " Yer bound by confidentiality, fer my safety, an' yers. Don' tell anyone aboo' who Im goin' after. Ye tell a single soul an' I'll have ta kill ye. Im bein' serious here lad. I like ye a lo' don' make me do it. Because unfortuantly, my world is kill or be killed. I usually kill. I won' think twice." I told him.
"Yeah, sure, no problem."
"Give me yer research. " He gathered it up and handed it to me. " Im here if ye need ta talk. " I said. " I have a feeling tha' ye go' yerself inta some trouble, tha's why ye tried ta off yerself. If ye need ta ge' away. Call me, I'll help ye disappear." I whispered. He looked wide eyed and scared, but he nodded. " Good lad." I didn't know what he had done, but it must be pretty bad.