“I heard about your little bar problem. Nasty business. You must be thinking about your next move,” Callum drawls.
His self-assured tone grates on my nerves.
If it wasn’t for my family’s help, he would have been rotting in the ground a long time ago. Though I suppose there’s still time for that to happen, depending on what he can offer me.
“Get to the point. How do you plan to help, or are you just calling to remind me how much I hate you?”
“Straight to the point, I like that.” Callum chuckles. “Fine. I’ve got a friend, he owes me a favor.”
“Just like you owe my family?”
“Save the lecture, Sullivan. Your brother already gave it to me, multiple times.”
“Just making sure the message sinks in.”
“That you own my ass? Yeah, message received, loud and clear.”
“Ronan says you have some intel.”
“That’s right. Like I said, a friend owes me a favor, and friends of friends owe him. He can make sure Sean’s exactly where you want him, when you want him. It makes for a perfect little trap.”
“Having that many people involved, things can get lost in translation.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, McCarthy, but I don’t trust a single word that comes out of your mouth.”
Brennan stalks toward me, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. His black shirt and slacks are covered in dust, and his face is a hard mask. At the mention of the McCarthy name, his eyebrows shoot up, but I only roll my eyes.
“From the sounds of it, you’re not exactly in a position to turn down my help,” Callum retorts.
My jaw aches from clenching it so hard. “You’re lucky we’re not having this conversation in person.”
“Or what? You’d blow my brains out?”
“I might.”
“The threats are getting old, Sullivan.”
“Get to the fucking point.”
Brennan chuckles under his breath as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
“The plan is to tell Sean one of his dealers is ripping him off. You know how he is, there’s no way he would let something like that slide. He’ll show up in person, hot and ready to kill. It will be the perfect time for you to strike.”
It’s a solid plan, and I hate that it’s solid.
“And what exactly does your little friend get out of this?”
Ally or not, Callum always has an angle, and I don’t trust that this information isn’t going to end up biting me on the ass.
“Only the satisfaction of staying on the winning side, Kieran. And maybe a little gratitude from me.” His voice drips with smugness that makes my skin crawl.
I let out a slow breath. “I don’t like that you’re involved. You’ve been on the wrong side of too many deals, Callum. Don’t fuck this up for me.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, you have to admit, we make a good team when we want to.”
I snort. “I make no such admission. Just make sure your friend does his job. If Sean slips through, it’s on you.”
