Page 30 of Emergence: Prequel
They all shook their heads.
‘Silent motherfuckers.’
Turning on my heel, I walked back to my office and opened the door, allowing them to enter first before following them in. Once we were seated, I waited, only to find that they were all looking at the glassed-in tapestry hanging on the wall.
When the silence stretched on, I ventured a sideways look at Cash, who silently shrugged. Clearing my throat, I asked, “What did you have to tell me?”
Cahir turned his sharp blue gaze to mine, “We know you’ve been in touch with your FBI contact, but we wanted to come and assure you that the traffickers are gone and they won’t be a problem anymore. The women and girls we saved have been taken in and are getting the care they need.”
Sitting back, elbows resting on the arms of my chair, forefingers touching, I tapped them to my bottom lip as I shrewdly assessed them.
“That’s good. I’m glad they’re getting the help they need. But let’s be honest, that’s not why you’re here.”
Ramzi chuckled and said something in a foreign language that had them all smiling.
Cahir turned his attention back to me, his gaze friendly. I wasn’t getting any bad vibes from them, even though I could tell they were dangerous as fuck.
He chuckled, “My brothers say the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, and they are right; you are definitely an Ivor. We are here for another reason. But first, what do you know of your ancestors?”
“Not much,” I shrugged, “just that my family has always been in the Wraiths and the ones to lead them.”
“You don’t know anything of the other three bloodlines that formed the Queens Wraiths?” Silas asked.
Shaking my head, “No. Why should I have known?”
“You should because it’s imperative to the future of your club,” Silas informed me, making me sit up. Cash pushed away from the wall he’d been leaning against, moving closer to my desk.
“Relax,” Ramzi grinned, “we’d never harm you; in a way, you’re family. But you should listen to what Cahir has to tell you, and you have to promise that what we tell you never leaves this room.”
My gaze didn’t leave them as I tried to assess if I should trust them, but I found nothing but openness in their faces—nothing to say that they were here to do any harm.
“Okay, we’re listening.”
What Cahir had to tell me was like something out of a fantasy book, but they’d come prepared and had proof. Cash and I had no choice but to believe them.
If they were to be believed, then they were thousands of years old and had been friends with our ancestors.
“Why now?” I queried. “Why are you here now when you’ve always known about us? You’ve never, not once, made contact with any of us before.”
Cahir exchanged a look with Silas before lowering his head. Hands clasped between his legs, he contemplated the floor for a minute before raising his eyes to mine.
“Because change is coming. Silas has foreseen it. You know what we do,” he waved his hand to his brothers. “We need to make sure that our work carries on should the curse ever be lifted and we are no longer here. We’ve never had to before, but over the centuries we’ve taken to paying attention when Silas says it’s needed.
“Trafficking is getting worse. And not just here but worldwide. We need to build a team that is not only trustworthy but who has close ties with each other. It will be funded, but I have to warn you, it’s dangerous and it’s not pretty. We deal with the worst of humanity. It’s not time for this Chapter to get involved, but theChapter that you’ll start in the United Kingdom is ready to take up the mantle there. We’ll train them and give them support as and when we can. We won’t send them out cold. They will have the blood of the original four running through them, and we are sending some of our descendants that we have recently found to aid them. There will be ten to start the new chapter,” his hand disappeared into the front pocket of his vest, and he pulled out a paper, which he shoved across the desk at me.
Unfolding it, I read the names, surprise on my face because the main family on here had been part of this MC for many years. I knew this because their ancestors were in all the photos.
Cash took the list from me and read it, “Why them?”
Cahir smiled a familiar smile at Cash, and I was hit then by what was happening; our bloodlines had for the most part fallen back into line with what had happened centuries ago. Somehow, we’d always been aligned.
“Cash is from your lineage,” I guessed, ignoring the way Cash startled as he looked at Cahir.
“Smart like Ivor,” Silas chuckled. “Didn’t take you long to put it together. For some reason, our bloodlines always seem to find their way towards each other. Our families have been intertwined for many years. Cash is from Cahir’s bloodline, just like your lady is from mine.”
He paused after that little bombshell and grinned at me. I could see it then; the colour of their hair was the same, as was the shape of their eyes, and I had to assume that the height Stacey and Rosie had came from them too.
“We thought our bloodlines had died out long ago, but it seems not. Cai has great-great-grandchildren with the Crow MC in New Forest. His was the easiest to track, as his last family was just before the Second World War, and we’ve always kept an eyeon them. The rest of us gave up on having families long before that. It was too painful to keep losing them,” Silas paused for a minute.