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“Eamonn’s getting soft,” he murmured into his glass, referencing the leader of the ECD.

I actually liked Eamonn. He had reasons for being the way he was, reasons that were beyond honorable, and his loyalty went soul deep.

This fucker? Not so much.

I watched as Michael swirled the amber liquid around the crystal tumbler. “We should be taking advantage of what’s to come, planning accordingly, but he’s more interested in seeing how the politicians will fuck things up.”

“And you’re not interested in letting the lawmen pave the future for the country?” I guessed.

He sneered at me. “Are you? With O’Leary in power?”

I wanted a unified Ireland as much as the next man, but I wasn’t as zealous as these ECD bastards.

I’d never regret making Lena my own, but I sure as fuck wished her father hadn’t been the leader of these nutcases.

Wifing her had drawn me into this mess, and betraying her had only deepened it. Maybe that was exactly what I deserved.

No sin should go unpunished.

“Brexit’s going to stir the Troubles to life again,” he predicted, his mouth forming a sneer. “Hard borders, soft borders, whatever the fuck it is—it’s our land and the British want to control if we can access the North.

“Do I want to wait on the politicians? No. I don’t. But with the right people in power in the US, maybe they can help steer those assholes into siding with us.”

Though I knew what he was talking about, I shook my head. “Davidson’s the only future president in our pocket, and it’s not likely he’ll fall on his sword for this cause.”

“Leave that to me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What do you want from me?”

“It’s time for someone else to take charge of theÉire le chéile go deo.Someone working on the ground. Someone who’s been a second-in-command for too fucking long.”

I wanted to sneer at him, but I couldn’t.

My hands were goddamn tied.

“Mutiny’ll get you killed if you fail,” I informed him as I took a deep sip of whiskey.

“I won’t fail.”

“Eamonn’s kept thecheilestogether since the late eighties when Cormac lost it, Michael. If you think you’ll get them on your side without a struggle, you’re stupid.”

“That’s where you come in. Not only are you going to back me up, not only are you going to help me, but if you’re right and I can’t turn them, you’re going to make sure that Eamonn doesn’t kill me.”

“That’s a lot of requests from a man skating on thin ice.”

Michael smirked at me. “The only person skating on thin ice, Aidan, is Lena.”

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