Page 48 of Celtic Dragon
Smirking, he replies, “Absolutely, Boss!”
“And you wanna know something else about us bikers?” I ask.
“Yeah, what?” she says defiantly. She’s still not getting it, but I see that changing real fast.
“We don’t take kindly to bitchy ex-girlfriends fucking around with our old ladies. You got me?” When she doesn’t answer, I gesture over to Emma and I say, “This is Emma, myold lady. And over there is Honey, the woman who single-handedly takes care of all my boys.”
I can tell by the look in her eyes that she is finally getting my meaning. By now, she should know that I’ll fuck with anyone who tries to ruin my sister’s happiness, even if it is a woman.
“Nice to meet you,” she says curtly. She then turns and stomps out of the kitchen.Hopefully, that little shit will keep her distance for the remainder of our stay in Belfast.
I hear Liam in the living room talking to Doc and Ryder. I need to get the boys together and get all our shit straight for Friday. This is definitely something that I don’t want to do in front of the girls. I look over at Rebel and say, “Liam just came down. Let’s go.” He nods and we both leave the kitchen.
Walking into the living room, I say, “Liam, why don’t you join me and my boys downstairs in the basement and we can get everything together for Friday. I don’t want our girls involved, so it is better that we take this elsewhere. All I need is for one of them to accidentally hear something they shouldn’t. Get what I mean?”
“Sure, Ice. We can do that.” We all walk through the kitchen and head for the basement. I notice that Liam is carrying the laptop that we loaned him.
As the last one to head downstairs, I turn to the girls and say, “Let us know when breakfast is ready, otherwise I don’t want us disturbed.” I give Emma my most charming smile and then turn to proceed down the steps. She’s a curious little thing and I know it’s killing her to not know what’s going on. But we both know it’s better this way.
We get downstairs and all take a seat. Liam asks, “Did you arrange transport and IDs?”
“Yep. We’re scheduled to be on a transport out of Belfast at midnight on Friday.”
“Good, that should work,” Liam replies.
Just then we all hear the basement door opening and footsteps coming down the stairs. We stop the conversation until Damon and Patrick turn the corner.
“Do we have a plan?” Patrick asks.
“Perfect timing, we’re just about to get to that,” I say. I really don’t want these two involved, but since they were the ones that called us, I guess I don’t have much of a choice. There’s something about them that I just don’t trust. I have my men and the MC in Belfast at my disposal; I doubt that I will need Damon and Patrick. I start to wonder if I can trust them enough to take Emma and the girls to the airport. That would give them something to do so they’d be out of my hair. I can’t imagine they would fuck that up, but I’ll have one of Declan’s crew stay with them to ensure that there aren’t any fuck ups. They want us gone just as much as we want to go home.
I look over at Liam and say, “We’re all here, what’s the plan?”
“I’ve got two guys inside the prison that I trust with my life. They’ve informed me that the O’Byrnes are both being held together, which is a good thing for us. We only have to break them out of one cell instead of two. They also indicated that every day, a guard checks on them first thing in the morning and then again around 2 pm. A meal is brought to them at 6 pm sharp, and then the last check of the day is at 9 pm. Between 9 pm and 9 am the next morning, they are left alone. That’s our window.”
“So that basically gives us two and half hours to get them out and get to the airfield in Belfast.” I pause and look at Liam. “Is that doable?”
“Yes, but you will have to act quickly. The prison is roughly 40 minutes from Belfast. Do you have the address of the airfield where your flight will be leaving?” he asks.
I reach into my pocket and hand him the piece of paper on which I scratched all the information that Willie gave me about the flight. “It’s on here.”
He looks at my scribblings on the paper and says, “Good, this is very good. I know this airfield. It’s on the east side of the Belfast International Airport. That just shortened your trip by twenty minutes.”
“Fuck, it looks like this is gonna work,” I say.
“Don’t get too confident yet. Now comes the tricky part. I need more men than what we have. Do you have reinforcements? Anyone you can call to help?” He directs this question to Damon and Patrick and the twit brothers both look to the other for an answer.
Damon says, “I don’t think we have anyone else. Our resources are tapped out at the moment.”
What a dumb fuck! This is his fucking mother and father we’re talking about and his resources are tapped out. Something is just not right with these two.
I say, “We don’t need your resources, Damon; we have resources of our own. Liam, how many extra men do you need?”
“Two, maybe three,” he says.
“Done!”
“Perfect.” He sets the laptop on the table and boots it up. Once he has an Internet connection he pulls up a diagram of the prison, including the tunnels.
