Callum laughs. “I like that attitude. Don’t worry. Sean won’t see it coming. He’ll be too blinded by his own greed to think to cover his back.”
“Let’s hope you’re right.” I hang up.
“What the hell did he want?” Brennan asks.
“He says he can guarantee a location for us to attack Sean. He’s going to feed him intel that one of his weapons dealers is ripping him off so that he has no choice but to show up at the shipment.”
Brennan raises a brow. “You think it’s worth our time?”
I exhale slowly. “Yeah. As much as I hate it, the plan works. Sean won’t ignore someone stealing from him.”
“Good,” Brennan says grimly. “About time we stop reacting and put that fucker in the ground.”
“We’ve got Lorcan’s intel on the weapons shipment as well as Callum’s bait. It should be enough.”
“Let’s hope so.”
After Brennanand I have got the bar cleaned up and the bodies accounted for, we head back to Ronan’s place.
The house is cast in darkness, with shadows stretching across the polished floors from the security lights outside. From the looks of it, everyone is asleep.
Well, everyone except for Ronan.
He’s sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, all evidence of the incredible dinner Riley made me nowhere to be seen.
Ronan doesn’t even look up when we enter. He’s too lost in his own head to notice.
“Get him a drink,” I mutter under my breath to Brennan.
“There’s liquor in the cabinet above the refrigerator,” Ronan says.
“So, he is alive,” Brennan chuckles. “You look like a fucking corpse, brother.”
“Say that to me again, and you’llbea corpse.”
Brennan only laughs as he opens the cabinet and pulls out a half-empty bottle of bourbon.
“How’s Ciara?” I take the seat I vacated only a few hours ago.
“Asleep, finally.” Ronan lifts his head. “It seems like the Braxton Hicks have subsided for the time being.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yeah, but it just means she could continue like this for a few weeks yet.”
“Hell, yeah!” Brennan exclaims, making Ronan and me both jump. “Who made this?” He pulls the rest of the torte out of the refrigerator.
“Riley made it,” I say.
“You lucked out, brother. Not only is she hot, but shecooks?”
“Don’t ever call my wife hot again.”
“Just stating a fact.”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t notice.”
“Hard not to.” He shrugs. “Don’t worry, Ronan, Ciara’s hot too. Though, maybe not when she’s trying to push two babies out of her?—”
