Page 24 of Revenge
“Angus, I don’t want any man alone. I want everyone in groups of at least three.”
“Aye.”
“Oliver, go into the reserve. Pay five thousand to each employee at Eros and tell them not to come to work until further notice. I want Eros to become central for my operations until further notice.”
“Our father will not approve of that.”
“I don’t give a fuck what he approves or not. Cillian crossed a line when he attacked innocent people.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Oliver says.
“Are you fucking questioning me?” I snarl, fixing my gaze on him.
“Ceannard, it’s a fine line you’re going to walk,” Angus says. I give him a nod to continue. “Your da will see it as an attack on the clan.” and
“We’re in this mess because of him.”
“Brother, you aren’t alone. I swore allegiance to you. We will follow you to the end of hell,” Oliver asserts.
“Aye.”
“The orders stand. Let the chips fall where they might. I can’t worry about my father. I have to take care of my family.”
“Aye.”
They leave, and I’m left to my thoughts. This shit with the Irish shouldn’t have gone this far. My father is giving Cillian free rein whether he sees it or not. Making all these changes is giving Cillian the balls to believe he’s unstoppable.
I think of Ava again. What would this war mean for her? What lengths would Cillian go to if she were here? I need her with me, but I wonder if there’s some truth to what Oliver once said. She isn’t safe around me. At least not until I put an end to Cillian. I’ll end this, and then we will be a family.
My father has summoned me to the restaurant. I can think of a few reasons he wants to see me, but they’re all for his benefit. Oliver says he’ll meet me there, even though I told him not to bother. Pulling up, I see two of my father’s capos and a few soldiers. I guess this will not be a friendly meeting.
“Hey.” Oliver nods as I join him.
“Hey,” I respond, opening the door to the restaurant. Inside there are more Irish than Scots. When did this place become Irish-friendly?
“What do you think he wants?” Oliver asks.
“Who knows? The man is losing his fucking mind. Let’s get this over with.” Inside, my father is at the head of the table with Cillian’s chair next to his. What the fuck is wrong with this man? He truly doesn’t care what people will say about it.
“Viktor, took you long enough,” my father reprimands me.
“You called me twenty minutes ago. I’m in the middle of something.”
“I expect you here immediately upon me calling.”
“I’m here. What do you want?”
“Careful,” my father says.
“Are you not going to greet your father-in-law?” Cillian says with a sly smirk.
“What do you want, Father?” I ask, ignoring Cillian.
“For you to respect the family name. I believe Cillian is speaking with you.”
I look at Cillian and mumble, “Hello.” Before turning back to my father. “Now, what do you want?” I repeat.
He pulls his gun and sets it on the table. Everyone freezes. There is rage written all over my father’s face, and he looks ready to pull the trigger.
