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Aidan scrunched up his face at that. “Only attached to them for Inessa’s sake, huh? You’re all heart.”
“Trust me, I know.”
Brennan shook his head. “Da’s too stubborn to go for this. You know he wants them to kill each other. Sure, we’re at war with theFamigliatoo, but the fighting is between them and the Bratva. He’s wanting them to equalize the field and reduce their numbers, so we have more power than ever.”
“We got our first shipment of ghost guns in today,” I informed them softly. “From Texas?”
Aidan blinked. “Good stuff?”
“The best. Better than expected. But you should see the gear Da ordered.” I grimaced as I scraped a hand over my chin. “He’s getting ready for battle whether we think he is or not.”
“Knowing Da, he’ll be two steps ahead anyway,” Aidan pointed out.
“We also got a wedding invitation,” I commented wryly.
“What? For who?” Aidan demanded.
“Ink and Amaryllis. But it’s some kind of new age ceremony or something.”
“I think it should be Eoghan who has to go seeing as we had to sit through his wedding already,” Conor groused.
“So did I!” he sputtered.
“You got the week off, we just had to deal with the shitty afterparty,” was all Conor had to say.
“I haven’t even been on a fucking honeymoon yet,” he grumbled.
Finn arched a brow. “Ink’s alive, at least.”
“We have good doctors on the payroll,” Aidan said with a laugh.
“Aoife will be all over Inessa. She loves weddings.”
“Then you go,” Eoghan groused.
“Nah, we’re a democracy and we’ve made the decision that you’re going,” Finn retorted, his grin widening as Eoghan flipped him the bird. “Aoife will get a kick out of hearing about all the flowers though.”
“Christ, that would bore Aela shitless,” I replied, grateful as all hell that was the truth.
“Do they have flowers at biker weddings?” Eoghan grumbled.
Aidan snorted. “Look at you, the lot of you pussy-whipped.” Then, before he could insult us further, he tipped his head to the side as a thought evidently occurred to him—one that was more interesting than a biker wedding. “Why did Lodestar get in touch with you?”
Conor smiled. “Because I laid the path for her to contact me.”
That smile was devious. “What game are you playing?”
“A few days back, I got a hit on her IP address.”
“So?”
“It’s registered to the Satan’s Sinners’ compound.”
My eyes flared wide in surprise. “She’s one of them?”
“Evidently. I sent over the picture of the biker we saw going to Caroline Dunbar’s the other day. She knew him.”
“Shit, if they have a rat then we need them to kill the fucker,” Aidan snapped, sitting upright. It was, I’d admit, the first time he’d looked anything other than stoned in a while.
