“If yer uncle finds out, he’ll kill us,” Cian says, limping as we head toward the warehouse.
He’s still wounded, but insisted to come with Rory and me. I agreed because he deserves to be here after the lamping he took. Besides, tonight is the time for change in more ways than one.
Liam Doyle sent me a text early this morning with where I was to meet them tonight. They plan on intercepting the lorry on a backroad, a road which would only be known by someone who works for us. That’s why Uncle Sean was in such a hurry to haul arse. We need everything in place to ensure our ambush doesn’t fail.
But I need to do something before I go, and Uncle Sean cannot know what that is.
The warehouse is packed with our men, and their “leader,” Connor, is giving his usual bullshit speech about loyalty.
