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Belfast and that makes Terry mad at Ronan about me? It seemed so convoluted. I wasn't from California. I've never even been further west than Cleveland. These Americans had nothing to do with me, but my presence seemed to be complicating an already thorny situation for Ronan. I saw clearly now why he'd been so anxious. He must have known how his father would react to me, and so he was probably hoping I'd just decide not to come to the clubhouse today, but was too polite to say I shouldn't be there. I suddenly wished I'd decided to spend the day at the bank talking about my house.
    I changed the subject and told Daisy about my new tattoo. In all the excitement, I'd nearly forgotten about it. I showed it off and both she and Garret said it was fine work. Garret said that Wil had done all of his own tattoos - of which he had more than a dozen. Daisy had a couple pieces by him as well, including her large back piece which was a huge and intricately detailed flower - her namesake. I was still a bit ruffled over the events of the morning, but their cheerful conversation and the tall beer I was drinking seemed to even things out quite a bit.
    Just when I was getting comfortable, the door to the meeting room opened and Ronan stepped out with Terry following behind him. Ronan looked upset, but Terry was smiling. The only way that would be the case is if Terry had gotten what he came for - the Dublin crew must be headed to Belfast to deal with the Americans. Ronan's concern was for the safety of his members and the way he felt about giving in to his father's wishes, doubtlessly.
    The mood in the room changed as soon as they entered. All around me, Belfast members were finishing their drinks and getting their jackets on. It looked like the whole crew of them were going to roll out immediately. Terry grabbed his own weathered jacket off of the back of the chair he'd been sitting on when I was introduced to him. Ronan made his way over to the bar where Daisy and I were sitting.
    Garret came to the same conclusions I had about the way the meeting had gone. "We're headin ' up north then?" he asked, and Ronan simply nodded.
    He put his arm around me and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "I'm sorry about all this, truly, I'll make it up to ye." I gave him a quick kiss as acceptance of his apology.
    The Belfast crew, along with Ronan, myself and a handful of other Dublin folk went outside to see them off. I noticed that the guy in the suit and tie went to one of the luxury cars. I was still uncertain who he was or what he was doing in a place like this, and I made a mental note to ask Daisy about him later. Terry stood by the passenger side door of the car, barking orders at the men who were mounting their bikes around him. Ronan stood beside me, watching them get ready to leave. He still had the hard, angry expression he'd been wearing ever since we walked into the clubhouse.
    Terry waved a hand at him and called out, "Don't worry yourself, boy. Seems to me that ye've got more'n enough practice at fuckin' Americans - this lousy crew will just be more o' the same!"
    Ronan broke away from me faster than I'd ever seen him move before - and he was quick on his worst day. He covered the distance between the two of them in a matter of seconds. I barely had enough time to register the shocked expression that formed on Terry's face before Ronan's fist collided with his jaw, all his momentum propelling him with such force that Terry bounced off the hood of the car before crumpling to the ground next to the tire.
    Ronan stood above him with his hands curled into fists. All around us, bikers were tensing up in case this turned into more than just a violent argument between father and son. Daisy shrieked and Garret held her close.
    I saw all of the anger that had been building in Ronan for the previous hour boil to the surface and he screamed down at his father, "We'll fight your fuckin' war for you, but you ever say an unkind word about her again and