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CILLIAN
“You sure about this?” Savage asked. Kill wasn’t. But, telling his friend that walking straight back into the pits of hell, to rescue his little girl, scared the shit out of him, wasn’t something he could do. They had been over the plan a half dozen times now and every time he looked at Savage, Cillian saw that damn hope in his eyes. It was enough for him to push aside his fears and agree to this suicide mission because that was exactly what walking into the Dragon’s bar was. Cillian knew that if the tables were turned and it was his kid they had; Savage would do the same for him.
“Yeah,” Cillian lied. “It’s going to be a piece of cake, right? I’ll just go in, pretend I want to prospect, find Chloe and get the fuck out of there.” Cillian looked between Savage, Bowie, and Hart, knowing from the expressions on their faces that they weren’t buying a word he was saying.
“Shit, Cillian, Savage grumbled.
“It’s fine, really,” Cillian said. He had his poker face in place, not wanting to let his friend know just how much he hated their plan. All he could think about was the way Viv walked out on him earlier that morning. How she hadn’t even given him the chance to tell her that he was in love with her and that he wanted his chance to do that. Now, he might never have that opportunity again and that scared the shit out of him. It also gave him the strength to push through and make his way back to her. He had to tell her that she now held his heart and his future. Viv and their baby were driving him to pull through whatever lay ahead and make it out the other side.
“I’m going in with you,” Hart said. “You’ll need someone on the inside who has your back and the Dragons don’t know me.”
“Now wait a minute, Hart,” Cillian griped. “You can’t just go and change the plan now that we’ve worked it through.”
“I can and I just did. You can’t go in there without back-up, man.” Cillian knew Hart was right but the thought of his former probation officer, now turned police detective, having his back seemed laughable. “Don’t look at me like that. I told you why I was riding your ass these past few months.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Cillian said. “You had to make sure you could trust me. What if I’m not so sure I can trust you, Hart?”
“How about me? You trust me?” Havoc asked. He stood in the back of the bar as if he was eavesdropping on their whole conversation.
“Fecking hell,” Cillian shouted. “You can’t just knock like a regular fecking person?” Havoc chuckled and pulled up a chair to the table they sat around. “Sure, help yourself,” Cillian grumbled. “Everyone this is Havoc.”
“Good to meet you all. I’ve heard good things from Cillian,” Havoc said.
“Wish we could say the same,” Savage said. “What are you doing in my bar, Havoc?” Savage mean mugged the guy and Cillian knew that having a former Dragon in Savage Hell wasn’t his friend’s idea of a good time. Still, Cillian trusted Havoc with his life and knew that if he had to go into Dragon’s territory with anyone, he’d want it to be him.
“I’m here to help,” Havoc admitted.
“Help how?” Bowie asked. “Weren’t you just kicked out of the Dragons?”
“Yep,” Havoc said. “For not kidnapping your kid.”
Savage stood and growled, slapping his palms down onto the small wooden table. Cillian worried that there meeting was going to end badly. Bowie put his hand on Savage’s arm, “Just hear him out, Babe,” Bowie said.
“Fine,” Savage barked. “But, make it fast so I can toss your ass out of here and we can get on with saving my daughter.”
Havoc had the nerved to smile and Savage looked about ready to punch his smirk right off his face. “I know I didn’t stop it from happening but I couldn’t go through with Dante’s plan to take your kid. You have to understand that telling him no put a price on my head. I couldn’t just run to you and tell you about his plan—he was having me watched. If I would have shown up at Savage Hell, he would have killed Chloe to make an example out of us both. I decided it was best to lay low. That was until Cillian showed up at my gym this morning. I can’t let what they have planned for your daughter, happen. So, I’m here to help.”
“While I can appreciate the danger you’re in just by showing your face here, I’m still confused as to how you think you can help,” Hart said.
“Dante has issued me an ultimatum. I either go back to the Dragons and accept my punishment on probation or I’ll be dealt with.” Havoc shrugged as if that threat meant nothing to him.
“When?” Cillian asked. “When did you know about this?”
“A day,” Havoc admitted.
“And you didn’t think to share that bit of information with me?” Cillian questioned.
“I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when I saw you this morning. I’ve given it some thought and decided that you walking into that place by yourself is going to end up getting you killed. I can’t let that happen, man. I let you walk into a set up ten years ago and look how that ended for you. You spent ten years in prison and I could have prevented it if I had just stepped up and stopped being a shitty friend. I knew that they were setting you up and I know that you going into the Dragons now will get you killed. Let me do the right thing here, Cillian.”
Cillian had suspected Havoc knew about the setup but hearing him confirm it gave him an unexpected sense of relief. “I told you before that stealing that car was on me. I made that choice and you beating yourself up about it, all these years later, isn’t worth it. I did my time and now, I’m ready to make different choices—better choices.” Cillian shot Hart a look and nodded. “I say he’s in.”
“How would this work?” Hart asked.
“I’ll go in with a peace offering—two prospects. Dante will eat that shit up. He’ll love the fact that I potentially poached Cillian from Savage Heat and you’ll just be considered a bonus. We need to come up with a back story for you—maybe make you new to the area or something. If Dante even gets a whiff of you being a cop, he’ll slit all three of our throats, no questions asked.”
“Let’s get to work then, we have a lot to do before tonight’s meeting,” Cillian said. “I have my woman covered but I’d appreciate your promise that if anything happened to me, you’ll take care of her, Savage.”
Bowie stood and held out his hand to Kill. “You have my word,” he swore.
