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She'll be excited.
My erection strains against the zipper of my pants. I've not let her go back since the one and only time I took her. She asks all the time, but tonight, maybe it's time.
I debate some more, barely hearing the conversation as she takes her fingers away from my lips. I grip her hand, pull it back to my face, and kiss her fingers, slightly licking them and trying not to groan. Nothing tastes sweeter than my princess's pussy. I could suck her juice all night.
A phone rings, and I glance around the table.
Dad pulls his cell out of his pocket, glances at it, and his face falls. He mutters, "Why's your brother calling me at two o'clock in the morning Ireland time?"
Goose bumps break out on my skin.
He answers, "Brody, what's going on?"
Silence fills the room. The Marinos and I exchange a nervous glance.
Angelo looks at my dad through slitted eyes.
Anger flares on my dad's face. His cheeks turn red. He barks, "Tell me you're lying."
More silence fills the air, and my goose bumps grow larger. The bad feeling makes my stomach sink, and everything about my dad's expression says something is seriously wrong.
"How did they do it? It should be impossible for them to get that close without us knowing," he seethes.
Angelo puts his napkin down and pushes his chair back. He puts his fingers on the table, tapping them, staring at Dad.
My father shakes his head and locks eyes with me, demanding, "Contain whatever ya can. Put everybody on lockdown."
The silence in the room continues, and he nods. "Good. I'm sending your brother."
I clench my fist. I'm not ready to go back to Ireland. I don't know what could be so wrong that he'd make me leave when he promised to give me another few weeks.
He tosses his phone on the table and leans closer, his eyes flaring with hatred. He announces, "Ya need to get back to Belfast. Right now. Tonight."
I blurt out, "Tonight? What are ya talking about? What happened?"
He shakes his head. "The O'Learys."
"What did they do?" I question.
He never takes his eyes off mine. He snarls, "Those bastards blew up our docks and tunnel. Millions of dollars' worth of armor just exploded into thin air."
I stare at him. The blood drains from my face all the way to my toes. The silence in the room is so deafening ya could hear a pin drop.
Angelo rises. "I'll call our reinforcements in Italy. They can get there sooner."
Dad nods.
Angelo points to his sons and Luca. "You're all going over as well."
They all stand.
"Dinner's over," Dad announces.
Maeve puts her hand on my thigh.
"Go upstairs. Pack up whatever ya want, but we're leaving in ten minutes," I instruct her.
"Five. You're leaving in five minutes," Dad declares. He picks up his phone and states, "I'm calling to get the jet ready now."
