Chapter 139: Devil’s Saints
*May the saints bless us as we do the devil’s work. – Club Motto*
Werewolf stood by the nondescript SUV and watched the small charter plane come to a stop. There were a few snow flakes that drifted in the breeze. Thankfully she arrived before the snow did. But just barely.
The door opened and the stairs were lowered.
The girl who stepped out had learned how to disappear. Carl and Randy had taught her well. She would also know how to defend herself.
He watched the young woman in the baggy jeans and plain black hoodie. Her tell tale fire red hair was confined under a dark scarf beneath the hood. Large dark sunglasses covered the top half of her face. The bottom half was just as nondescript as the rest of her. The only makeup she had requested was basic foundation, waterproof mascara and a light lipstick.
She accepted the plain gray duffle bag from the attendant and gave him a slight smile. Basic kindness would blend with the rest of the day. Rudeness would make her memorable.
Plus, she was a kind soul.
Then she turned and walked towards Werewolf. He couldn’t see her eyes, but assumed that they were scanning her surroundings behind the dark lenses. Just as she had been taught.
Werewolf opened the back passenger door and held it for her as she got in. He watched her fasten her seatbelt before closing the door and getting in the front passenger seat.
“Nessie, this is Tank. Tank, this is Siobhan’s niece, Nessie.” Werewolf introduced her to the driver.
“Yer name suits yeh.” She grinned looking at the large man. “Is he my new minder?”
“No more guards.” Werewolf said as the SUV left the small airport. “But one of the brothers will take you anywhere you need to go.”
“No more guards? Just an army?” She mumbled.
“Just the Saints.” Werewolf corrected as he checked the message on his phone. “Go to Mia’s place. Celt has her paperwork and everything out there.”
The large man nodded and changed lanes. It didn’t take long before he was driving down a country road and pulling into a driveway of a white washed brick house. The SUV was parked in the driveway and the two men got out.
Nessie was surprised that her door was opened almost as soon as the front door closed.
“No security sweeps?” she asked getting out of car.
“As soon as I said that we were coming here, it was secured.” Werewolf explained as he pointed out the sniper on the roof. “I’m not telling you where the others are. And please don’t mention him to Mia.”
“Are yeh always paranoid?” she asked walking between the two men into the house.
“Do you know who your ex is?” Werewolf asked as Tank opened the door and held it for them to enter.
“I was with him for two years. I know Bradley.”
“I don’t think you do.” Tank said securing the door behind them.
“Bradley is his English name. Petros Shtuncksa is the oldest son of a Russian oligarch. Was sent to Oxford for college and to learn how to get along with people.”
“Yer saying that he’s mafia?” Nessie asked grabbing the arm chair for support.
“Sit.” Tank said placing her in the chair and then gently pushing her head between her knees.
A red headed man with emerald eyes, a shoulder length ponytail and well trimmed beard knelt before her. He took her hands in his and encouraged her to breathe.
“Me family….”
“They’re safe. You don’t need to know the details. But they have guards.” The red head smiled at her and motioned for Tank to let her go. “I’m Sean O’Malley, most everyone calls me Celt.”
“Nessie.” She mumbled.
“Nessie, I have a phone for you. It’s tied to the firm; nothing will come back to you. You can’t call your family on it. But it has all the numbers that you need for around here.” Celt handed her the smartphone. “There’s a phone at the clubhouse that you can call your family on.”
“You still have to stay off social media. No accidental pictures or anything. Petros is still looking for you.”
“He told me that I would never leave him.” She said as tears flooded from her eyes.
“That’s why we moved you so often for a while. It’s why we smuggled you in and out of countries.”
“My family law firm is taking your asylum case. My dad is handling it personally. We should have your new documents in just a few days.”
“But I’m a citizen. I have dual citizenship.” She argued.
“Yes, you do. But you have to disappear completely. I need you to choose a new legal name.”
“Urquhart. It’s my Grams's family clan. I want to keep something of Scotland.”
Celt nodded. “We’ll get it taken care of. Until we know for sure that you’re safe, you don’t go anywhere without a brother. I’ve got to go back to the office. Can you lock up?”
Werewolf nodded. “I’ve got to delete her being here.”
Celt stood up and pushed back her hoodie before leaning down and pressed a light kiss to her temple. “Welcome home, little sister.” He whispered.
A few minutes later, after Celt had left and Werewolf did something with the security system, they were back in the SUV and headed for the clubhouse.
The last time that she had been here, she had still been in secondary school. She remembered the clubhouse being huge. As they pulled through the open gate, it seemed just as big, if not bigger, as it had been all those years ago.
“Where’s me aunt?” Nessie asked stepping out of the SUV and looking up at the large tan brick three-story building with black metal trim around the large windows.
“Working at the food bank.” Werewolf replied guiding her to the double door entrance. “You get to be her surprise later.”
A man covered in tattoos from neck to wrist came down the hall carrying a coffee cup. As they passed, Tank took the cup from him.
“Asshole.” The tattooed man grumbled.
“Not what our woman was calling me last night.” Tank called back.
“Yeh two share a woman?” Nessie asked with no surprise in her voice.
“We do. It’s not common.” Tank said making a face after taking a drink. “Why does he insist on putting sugar in everything?”
“To keep you from taking his coffee?” Werewolf suggested as he knocked on the open office door.
Toad looked up and smiled. He motioned for them to enter as he finished up his phone call.
“Let me see you, girl.” Toad said standing up and approaching his niece.
She pushed her hoodie off and took off her sunglasses. Nessie stepped into the embrace and let her tears flow. She was safe and he knew her dark secrets.
Werewolf and Tank quietly left and closed the door behind them. Toad held her as she cried and clung to his cut. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, but he did not object or tell her to stop.
The office door opened and Siobhan entered. She trusted her husband and knew that the club girls kept their distance. It still took her by surprise to enter his office and see him hugging another woman.
“Joseph?” Siobhan asked.
“Would you believe me if I said that it’s not what it looks like?” he asked holding the girl against him.
“I’m not sure.” His wife answered.
“What if I tell yeh?” Nessie asked stepping away from Toad and facing her aunt.
Siobhan pulled her into an embrace and they spoke excitedly in their native language. A language that seemed to be a mix of English, Scottish Gaelic and slang with thick accents. Even after nearly thirty years of marriage, sometimes even Toad had a hard time keeping up with the conversation.
Quietly, Toad slipped out of the office, giving them some privacy.
