Page 22 of Celtic Dragon
“Rebel, this is a fucking prison!”
“Yeah.”
“And didn’t Dbag say this was a maximum-security prison?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
He’s pissing me off with these one-word answers. He’s attempting to be evasive on purpose. He knows where I’m going with this line of questioning and he knows I’m not gonna like his answer. But I need him to say it. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Maghaberry is a high-security prison,” he replies.
I look at him in disbelief. He’s talking about a fucking prison bust. “Are you fucking insane? You’re talking about busting two people out of prison,” I say.
“I know.”
“That’s it? ‘I know.’ That’s all you have to say to me?”
Again, he says nothing. So I repeat myself, “Are you fucking insane?” I pause and wait for some type of response, or at least a plan as to how he intends on accomplishing this. But again, I get nothing from him. “Rebel, I don’t know what you’ve got planned, but there is no fucking way I am getting involved in a prison break! Especially one in another country where I have nothing but the local MC as my back up.”
“It’s not what you think,” he says.
“Well, you better start explaining, ‘cause that’s exactly what it sounds like to me.”
“Once we confirm that they’re being held there, we have contacts inside. Hopefully, they can get ‘em out—we’ll just need to get them out of Ireland to ensure their safety,” he explains.
“Hopefully? You’re hoping that someone can get them out?”
“Well, Ice, shit. I don’t know for sure. I won’t know anything until I get there,” he defends.
“So why haven’t your brothers gotten them out yet?” I ask, confused.
“Because I haven’t shared my thoughts with the rest of the family. As far as I know, I’m the only one that believes they’re there. And don’t ask me why I think that, it’s a gut feeling. I just know.”
“Do you think your mom is being held with your dad?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. The prison has been used to hold both men and women in the past, but currently it’s all male. But you can bank on that fact that if my dad is there, then my mom is there too.”
“Why?”
“’Cause there is one thing I have not told you about all of this.”
Oh, fuck …“What!” I yell. My irritation with him is reaching its boiling point. If he doesn’t come up with answers that I can live with, I’m gonna beat the living shit out of him right here on this plane.
“My parents aren’t just IRA radicals. When I say they are deeply entrenched in the cause, I mean they’re neck-deep in it.”
Now he’s being cryptic. “Rebel, man, if you just don’t fucking tell me everything now, I swear I will fucking beat it out of you.”
“I am! They’re top-ranking leaders in the organization. There has been a bounty on their heads for years. Most likely, they will be executed for past crimes if we don’t get them out fast. I know that they don’t practice capital punishment in the UK, but I don’t trust the assholes that have them. I wouldn’t put it past them to take matters into their own hands.”
Fuck! We are fucked beyond all recognition.“Well, shit. I sure as hell hope that you’re right about all this and it’s going to be an easy in-and-out job.” I spoke the words and God fucking knows that I want to believe them, but I know there is no way this is gonna be easy.Fuck! I’m ready to go home and we haven’t even fucking landed yet.
Chapter 8
Emma
Cade has left and I want to do nothing but go up to my room and feel sorry for myself. I really hate his leaving, but I do understand. This is my life now, the old lady of biker club president. He’s not just responsible for his child and me. He has a whole extended family that includes his sister, his club brothers, their wives and old ladies, their children, and people in the community that count on him to be there and lead them. I’m proud of him; how could I not be?
So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I keep busy. I do some work at first, but I quickly get bored with that. Then, while Honey bustles around the kitchen, I take a nap. I remember the days when I could go eight to ten hours nonstop. I never took naps. I stayed up late and woke up early. Unfortunately, those days are definitely over for the next several months. This little doodle bug is wearing me out.
