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Unfortunately, this means I have to play the part of the host when I want to do nothing but lay my girl out on our bed and have my way with her. But eventually, our guests will leave.
Before it gets too late, I need to call Declan. Hopefully I can convince him to back us up on this crazy-ass recon mission we are about to get involved in. I can’t fucking win. Just when I think that I’m getting away from the danger, something or someone pulls me back in.
I dial the international number to reach Belfast. “Declan,” he answers in his thick Irish accent.
“Declan, how the hell are ya?” I say into the phone.
“Ice?” he asks cautiously.
“Yeah man, it’s me.”
“Naw, can’t be. That son of a bitch is dead!” he states, laughing into the phone.
“Declan, if I’m dead, then I’m living in a perverse sort of fucked up hell.”
He laughs. “I’m glad you’re not dead. The last thing that you want to worry about is finding someone to replace you.”
What a fucking smartass.“Count yourself lucky that you don’t have to replace me. I’m irreplaceable. And don’t you ever forget it.”
We laugh on the phone and then he says, “It’s good to talk to you, but I’m guessing something’s up?”
“Yeah man, I need your help.”
“Whatever you need. My club is your club.”
“Before you agree to help me, you might want to hear me out first.” I pause to let him say something, but when he doesn’t, I continue. “One of my brothers, Rebel, has family ties with the Real IRA. And, to add a huge twisting knife to this scenario, I’ve found out recently that they’re my family too. My aunt and uncle have been missing now for a couple of weeks. Rebel just found out and is freaked out. He’s asked the club to go to Belfast with him and help him find them. I agreed, as did the club. From the intel that I have received so far, the IRA is fucked up shit and I can only spare four guys to cross over the pond. I need backup.”
He says, “Say no more. We are here to help you! Those British security forces can go fuck themselves. They won’t know what hit them when the Knights of Silence MC comes their way.”
“You make us sound like fucking superheroes,” I say, laughing.
“We are, man … we are. Hell, you just came back from the dead, didn’t you? That makes us better than fucking superheroes!”
I laugh again. “Thanks, Declan. My club owes you for this,” I say, getting serious again.
“Ice, you don’t owe me or my club anything. This is what we do.” He pauses, then adds, “You said that four of you are coming?”
“Yeah, four of us.”
“I’ll arrange for some loaner bikes for ya. When do you get in?”
“We land in Dublin on Friday. Can you get the bikes from there so we have transportation to Belfast?”
“I can do that. Got a place to stay?”
“Yeah, I think we are staying with family. Rebel is taking care of that.”
“Good, but if it doesn’t work out, you have a place at our clubhouse. Anytime, any day; just say the word.”
“Shit, Declan.”
“Shit, nothing. See you Friday,” he says.
“See you Friday,” I confirm and hang up the phone.
Chapter 5
Emma
