Molly

I walk into the kitchen of my granddad’s cabin. Foster is sitting at the table working on his laptop We arrived a week ago after we finally tracked down Murry. We assumed he’d go back to Ireland, but it’s a big place. We’ve spent the last month following his electronic footprints. Thankfully, he doesn’t cover his tracks very well. We’ve been devising a plan that should work to not only take him out but also dismantle his whole organization. Unfortunately, trying to find Quinn and Shane isn't as easy. We still don’t know their exact location is, but regardless of that it all goes down tomorrow night. Hopefully.

Murry has demanded me for Quinn and I’m assuming Shane as well even though he didn’t mention him. And after a month without Quinn, I’m about ready to lose my mind. We don’t even know if he’s alive or not. Foster has been by my side, keeping me grounded and focused.

“Where’s Connor?” Foster asks as I grab some water.

“He’s resting,” I say, sitting at the table with him. “How’s it going?”

“Good. I have a huge list of accounts where he keeps his money. As soon as we find Quinn and Shane we can destroy them. He’ll be practically broke.”

“We can't do that now?”

He shakes his head. “If we do he could retaliate by killing them.” I nod, agreeing with what he says even as my face drops. I’ve done everything in my power to keep his empire. I’ve kept in close contact with Jack and Ryan, who’ve been managing the day to day business along with some of the other guys staying on top of my gym and the boyos. “Hey, cheer up. It won't be long before less Irish will be back in your arms,” he smirks, trying to make me smile.

We’ve become fast friends, more like brother and sister really. We’ve spent every day together for the last month and he’s proven himself loyal, not only to me but Quinn as well.

“I’m calling Lawson and Novak. They probably want an update.” I pull out my phone and dial Novak first. I’ve talked to them every couple days, when Quinn went missing they both came to Vegas to help with the search and plan our next move. Eventually, they had to go back to their own states, but they’ve always been a phone call away and would help with anything I needed.

“Molly,” Novak answers.

“Hey, Molly.” I hear Lawson over the line.

“Oh, you’re together?”

There’s a pause before he says, “Umm, yeah.” He’s acting weird. “How are things?”

Foster and I update them and tell them about the new account we found of Murry’s.

“When are you going after him?” Lawson asks.

“Tomorrow night,” Foster grunts out.

“Perfect. We’ll talk before then,” Novak says and adds a good-bye.

“Have you coordinated with Seg and Riley?” I ask Foster. We have help with some of the old gang here, Foster is a natural being in charge.

“Relax, Molly. Everything is in order. You should take it easy until then,” he suggests.

“He’s right,” my granddad agrees as he comes into the room. He kisses me on the cheek before sitting beside me. “You're stressing out lass, you look bloody horribly.”

I roll my eyes at him, but he just laughs as I say, “Gee thanks, Granddad.”

“You know what I mean. You're not doing Quinn any favors worrying yourself sick over him.”

I nod, knowing he’s right, but I can't help but worry and stress over Quinn. Shane too. I don’t see how Granddad is staying so calm, Murry’s people are looking for him as well. That’s why he's hiding in this cabin. Although it's more like a beautiful wooden house, not hard to live up here. It’s beautiful, especially the grounds.

“I’m going to get some fresh air.” I stand from my chair and head outside.

The scenery that greets me takes my breath away. Rolling green hills, filled with wildflowers. His cabin was always my favorite place. I start to walk down the trail, thinking of Quinn. Suddenly a wave of sickness comes over me and I rush to the nearby tree to brace myself as I throw up.

“Easy there.” I feel Foster pulling my hair out of my face and rubbing my back. Once I’m done emptying my stomach I stand and wipe my face. He passes me a water bottle and I rinse out my mouth.

“Thank you,” I say grumpily, feeling like crap.

“You're pregnant,” he states the obvious.

“No shit,” I snap, frustrated. I'm worried about Quinn and Shane. I don’t even know if my husband is alive, my Granddad is in hiding, and I’m pregnant. And Quinn doesn’t even know.

“You need to stay here. You shouldn’t put yourself in danger.” I just narrow my eyes at him.

“You’re not bloody benching me.”

“Think of the baby.”

“I’m thinking of my husband!” I yell at him. “I will do anything and everything in my power to get him back, so I can tell him he’s going to be a father.” He stares at me, wanting to say more. “Well, spit it out.”

He cracks a small smile at me. “Molly, I think I learned my lesson about telling you what to do.”

“You figured it out quickly.” I return his smile, but it drops away almost instantly.

“What’s wrong now?” Foster asks, sounding concerned.

“This is all my fault. If I hadn't been in Quinn's life, he would’ve never been in this position.” I feel the tears forming in my eyes and I can't help but think of what his life would be like if I’d never come to Vegas. He would be safe, or as much as a Kingpin can be.

“Hey,” Foster snaps, gaining my attention. “Quinn fucking loves you. He would always want you in his life no matter what he has to go through.” He shakes his head. “Don’t ever doubt it.” He growls at me at this point and I smile, knowing he’s trying to break me out of my crappy mood.

“Thanks, Foster.” I hug him.

“You’re welcome.” He gives me a quick squeeze back. “Can I accompany you on your walk?”

Not feeling a hundred percent just yet, I think a walk would do me some good. “Sure, I need a hair holding boy,” I joke.

“Boy?” He grunts.

“Fine, man.” I laugh.

We spend the next few minutes in silence, just enjoying the fresh air.

“Though of any names yet?” Foster asks, ending the quiet.

I take a deep breath and say, “Honestly Foster, I haven't been able to think about it.” And it’s true. I wasn’t surprised when I found out since we never used any protection.

“Are you happy about it?” I’ve learned Foster is man of few words but when he does talk he has no filter, no tact.

I stop and close my eyes for a moment. I think about a child, our child. Will they have my wild red hair? Or Quinn’s brown? Will they end up having an Irish accent? Will we have a boy or girl? Whatever they end up being or whoever they look like, one thing stays the same. Quinn will be a fantastic father, and I am happy.

I open my eyes and look up at Foster. “Yes, I'm fucking ecstatic.” I smile at him. “But I need to focus on finding Quinn and Shane.” I pause, staring at my feet. “This is all my fault.”

“I’ll help you in any way I can.” He gives me a soft smile. “Let's head back, Connor was worried about you.”

“Right. And we should go over our plan one last time.”

We return to the cabin and are met with a surprise. Lawson and Novak are outside talking to my granddad.

“What the bloody hell?” I ask.

Novak smiles and asks, “What? Did you think you could leave us out of rescuing Quinn?”

“I can't wait to hold this over his head. Quinn, the damsel in distress.” Lawson laughs.

“You guys.” I’m shocked.

“Oh, come on Molly, don’t act so surprised. Do you think we would let you and Foster do this alone? He is our best friend after all.” Novak comes to me and brings me in for a hug. I feel my eyes tear up a wee bit, but they don’t fall.

“Shit. Novak, you’re making her cry.” Lawson cringes. “Quinn is going to kill you.”

“Relax, it’s just hormones. She's pregnant.” Foster grunts.

I turn and sock him in the arm. Hard. “You’re a slabber,” I growl

“Sorry.” He doesn’t look it at all as he rubs the spot I hit.

“Lass, you're pregnant?” My granddad is now the one with tears in his eyes.

“Congratulations! Cleo will be so happy! Fuck I am too.” Lawson hugs me. Followed by my granddad and Novak.

“You need to stay here,” Novak begins, but Foster cuts him off.

“Don’t even try telling her that. Trust me I did too, and all it got me was an ear full of angry Irish.” They all chuckle.

I can't help but feel hope in my heart, with a family like this Murry and his men don’t have a chance against us, and I’m going to make him pay for the day he ever kidnapped my husband. I’m going to show him the real meaning of fighting Irish.