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“Oliver, go into the reserve. Pay five thousand to each employee at Gotham. I want Gotham to become central for operations until further notice.”
“Our father is not going to approve that.”
“I don’t give a fuck what he approves or not. Cillian crossed a line when he attacked innocent people.”
“I hope you know what you are doing,” Oliver says.
“Are you fucking questioning me?”
“Ceannard, it's a fine line you are going to walk,” Angus says. I give him a nod to continue.“Your da will see it as an attack on the clan.”
“We are in this mess because of him.”
“Brother, you aren’t alone. I swore allegiance to you. We will follow you to the end of hell.” Oliver adds.
“Aye.”
“The orders stand. Let the chips fall where they might. I can’t worry about my father. I have to take care of my family.”
“Aye.”
They leave, and I am left to my thoughts. This shit with the Irish should not have gone this far. My father is giving free rein to Cillian whether he sees it or not. Making all these changes is giving Cillian the balls to believe he is unstoppable.
I find myself thinking of Ava. What would this war mean for her? What lengths would Cillian go to if she were here? I need her with me, but I wonder if there is some truth to what Oliver once said. She isn’t safe around me. At least not until I put an end to Cillian. It makes me realize that the text where I told her I am moving on was a good call on my part. I will end this, and then we will be a family.
I am on my way to the restaurant. My father has summoned me. I can think of a few reasons why he wants to see me. All for his benefit. Oliver is supposed to meet me even though I told him not to bother. Pulling up, I see two of his capos and a few soldiers. I guess this isn’t going to be a friendly meeting.
“Hey,” Oliver greets.
“Hey.” I open the door to the restaurant. Inside there are more Irish than Scots. When did this place become Irish-friendly?
“What do you think he wants?” He asks.
“Who knows. The man is losing his fucking mind. Let’s get this over with.” I push the doors open. My father is at the head of the table with Cillian's chair next to his. What the fuck is wrong with this man? He truly doesn't care what people will say about it.
"Viktor, took you long enough," my father greets.
"Your call came twenty minutes ago. I am in the middle of something."
"I expect you here immediately upon me calling."
"I am here. What do you want?"
"Careful." My father says.
"Are you not going to greet your father-in-law?" Cillian mocks.
"What do you want, Father?" I ask, ignoring Cillian.
"For you to respect the family name. I believe Cillian is speaking with you."
"Hello. Now, what do you want?" I bark. He pulls his gun. Everyone freezes.
"Are you going to kill me, Father?" I stand my ground. I will not fear him.
"Dougal, put that gun away. You remember how it was to be his age."
My father and I are in a staring match. There is hatred in his eyes. His gun is still pointed at me. I'll be damned if I cower to him. He is nothing without the gun he is holding. He is just a man who bleeds red like me.
