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“Sure.”
“You look like shit.” He adds.
“Aye,” Angus says.
“Long day,” I say.
“Understatement. I would say a long couple of years.” Angus says.
“Someone is back to speaking English,” I say as we laugh.
“Fuck off.”
“What is new?” I ask once we stop laughing.
“Thinking about the old days and how fucked up things are now,” Ray says.
“I find myself thinking the same.” He hands me a drink, and I drain it.“I’m afraid those days are gone and never coming back,” I add.
“Aye, but we don’t have to sit here and let it all burn to hell. We have all been through enough. This is the Manarch name. We must protect it.”
“I would have never imagined we would be in this situation. I never expected my father to take it this far,” I say to no one in particular.
“We will fix it,” Ray says.
“I hope so. Because all of our lives depend on it. My father and the Irish are at our backdoor, and they won’t leave without a fight.”
“That can be arranged,” Angus adds.
Another drink is poured, and I take a sip. The tides have turned. They made a move. We have to go on the defense and strike while they think we are down. To win this war, we have to stop it before it even starts.
Chapter Forty Nine
Oliver
It’s been a few days since Fiona shot Ava. Viktor has not left her side, and I don’t blame him. As tough as Ava tries to be, I know she is scared. She would never admit it, but I have gotten to know her well. She will not rest easy until all of this is put behind her.
I told Viktor I would focus on finding out how the hell Fiona got inside the house to begin with. We have our top men guarding the house, so how the hell did she get in?
I am at the guardhouse reviewing every frame in the house. At first glance, nothing seems out of place. But a second look reveals Fiona entering the house from the hidden door on the back. Only a handful of men know about that door, and you need a code to get in. This leads me to look into the log of everyone who entered the code that night. Only one code was used, mine. Now I know I did not let her in. I dial Angus. It takes a few rings before he answers.
“Was up, lad?”
“Where are you?”
“About ten minutes from the main house.”
“I’m in the guardhouse. I need you to come to the main office. I don’t want anyone alarmed that you are coming to see me.”
“You have a lead.”
“I do,” I answer even though I know he isn’t asking.
“I’m not alone.”
“Who is with you?”
“Ray.”
