Chapter 137: Help
*Aunt Siobhan, I need help. – Nessie*
It was three seventeen in the morning.
Siobhan looked from the bedside clock to her phone wondering who was calling her at three seventeen in the morning. The number did not look familiar and it had no name popping up either. It was from France. Who did she know in France?
“’Allo." She mumbled.
“Aunt Siobhan?” came a whispered response.
She sat up in bed waking up Toad in the process. “Aye.”
“It’s Nessie. I need you to call mum and have her send me my American passport. I’ll call you back with where ta send it. I’ve got to go.”
The line went dead and she immediately called back the number. A woman with a thick French accent answered.
“My niece just called me from this number.” She said and the woman explained the situation in halting English.
“Thank you.” Siobhan whispered as she ended the call.
“Babe?” Toad asked placing an arm around her shoulders. Siobhan curled into his bare chest and began crying. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned against the headboard.
Toad reached over and tapped the lamp turning it on the lowest level. He picked up his own phone and sent out a few quick text messages. A few minutes later, a prospect knocked on the door. At his call of enter, the young man brought in the tray with coffee, cream and whiskey.
“Sorry, prez, I don’t know how to make Irish coffee.” The younger man said placing the tray on the bedside table.
“I got it.” Toad replied. “Let me know when Werewolf gets here.”
With a nod, the man closed the door behind him as he left. Toad poured the liquids into the black coffee cup. Stirring it with the skull shaped spoon, he picked it up and handed it to his wife.
She sat up and accepted the cup. After a few drinks she sat the cup on the table on her side of the bed. Dragging her fingers through her fire red curls she swiped her hair out of her face.
“I have to call me sister.” She said softly, her accent a little thicker than it usually was. “I don’t want ta.”
“I know. We’ll do whatever we need to. Werewolf has connections. We’ll get her safe.” He kissed her hair. “Do you want some privacy?”
“I can only go through it once.” She whispered as she pulled up her sister’s phone number.
“A bit early for yeh.” Came across the speakerphone.
“Aye. Nessie called me. She needs her American passport.”
“Why didn’t she just call me?”
“Fiona, I don’t think she can. She spoke to me for maybe a minute. She borrowed a phone from a lady outside a Paris restaurant. When I called back, the lady said that a girl with bruises begged to use her phone.”
“I knew that mon was bad.”
“She said that she would call with an address.”
“Fiona, I promise, we’ll get her. She’ll be safe.” Toad promised as his phone chimed.
“What the hell are yeh going to do?” Fiona demanded.
“Never underestimate the power of a Saint.” Toad advised and kissed his wife on the temple. “I’m going to go talk to Werewolf.”
He got out of bed and pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt. At the door he shoved his feet in his boots and pulled on his cut. Toad glanced back at his wife who nodded that she was okay.
Closing the door behind him he headed downstairs and to his office. The three-story building originally was built as a high end two-hundred room hotel. When they originally bought the property, the club had still been heavy in drug and arms trade. Then, Sinner and his family were gunned down, the club voted to walk away.
That’s not saying that the Devil’s Saints were Saints by any means. They were just more saints than devils these days. However, they could still be devils since they still had connections to the underground networks. And they still had the ability to make someone disappear or make your life a living hell.
And they had an assassin in their ranks.
At least one.
Dom was an agent with the federal government, don’t ask which government or entity. Even before he became president of this chapter, Toad knew better than to ask too many questions. As president, he had seen her dispose of a body with no remorse.
Including her own brother-in-law.
Werewolf had been a sniper in the army. There were a few years between when he got out of the army and came home for good. If he was asked about that time, he simply said that he shot the shit.
Werewolf opened his security company, The Wolf Pack, as a legitimate business. Toad knew for a fact that he had some clients who were not completely legitimate. That included the Italian and Irish mafias.
Toad smiled at Werewolf as he unlocked his office. “Got any connections in Europe?”
“Depends on what you need.” Werewolf replied following the older man into the office.
“My wife’s niece seems to be in a bad relationship.”
“How bad?” he asked sitting in front of the desk.
“Bruises. Borrowed a stranger’s phone to call Siobhan to have her call Nessie’s mom. Asked for her American passport and said she would call back with an address.”
“You think that she’s trying to disappear?”
“I think she has no choice but to disappear.”
“Cousins in Germany.” Siobhan said bursting into the office.
“Is that where she’s headed?”
“She just texted me their address in Frankfurt. She’ll be there in two or three days.”
“Looks like I’m going to Germany.” Werewolf said standing up.
