Page 76 of Revenge
“Aye.”
“Where’s Viktor?”
“Home with the bairn. He said to call you.”
“I’m assuming you’re at Eros?”
“Aye.”
“I’ll be there within the hour.” I end the call. I haven’t spoken to Viktor in a few days. I dial his number.
“What do you want, Oliver? I gave Angus instructions,” He barks.
“Hello to you too. I wanted to check in.”
“I’m busy and not a child. Do your fucking job.” He ends the call. I don’t know why I expected anything else.
I’m getting tired of his bullshit attitude. I understand why he’s pissed, but he knows I’m doing the right thing. The only thing that matters is keeping Ava safe, which he can’t do at the moment. The man is stubborn.
I get in my car, trying to devise a solution. The clan can’t continue the way we’re going. If we do, it will mean the end of the Manarch Clan. Our father is taking advantage of Viktor not leaving Aisling’s side since she was born. Cillian continues to whisper in our father’s ear. It doesn’t matter what path Viktor decides to take. It always leads to Cillian getting his way. I have to find a way to be creative. To tip the scales in our favor. A way to end this impending war with the Irish once and for all. But the million-dollar question is, what? What can I do to get rid of Cillian?
I enter Eros, and the place is buzzing. It’s not chaotic, but there are men everywhere. I walk over to Angus and Ray, who are talking. Their body language tells me it isn’t good. But then again, lately, nothing is. All I get is bad news left and right.
“Good morning,” I greet them.
“Good morning,” Ray replies.
“Guid mornin’ fucker.” Angus makes me laugh.
“Still hanging out with Grams I see.”
“Aye.”
“You need a break from her. People have a hard enough time understanding you with the accent already,” I say mockingly.
“It’s what I keep telling him. We need a break. We’re in the states, fucker,” Ray adds.
“Y’er both cludgie heids.”
“Really, toilet head? Grow up.” Ray jokingly pushes him.
“Come on, behave,” I say, trying to stop laughing. “Walk with me to Viktor’s office.” Once inside the office, I start talking. “So, what’s going on?” I sit on the couch, and they follow.
“Your da ordered a change of ratio between us. It’s three to one favoring the Irish,” Angus says.
“When?”
“This morning. The order came from Bobby,” Ray adds. We’re silent for a moment.
“What did Viktor say?” I ask.
“This thing with the both of you needs to stop. We need to be united at a time like this,” Ray says.
“Aye,” Angus adds.
“You both know it isn’t that simple. But we will always stand side by side when the time comes.”
“I guess it means you still won’t tell him?” Ray asks.
