Cillian
AN HOUR LATER—THE OFFICE OF THE O’SULLIVAN DON
“Well?”
Kian puts the phone down with an ashen face. “You’re right,” he confirms with a nod. “They’re being held at the Cavern.”
“And you can trust your source?”
“The guy is a fucking pro,” Kian says. “He wasn’t able to breach the walls, but he managed to abduct one of the guards on duty. Twenty minutes of interrogation and the guy started talking.”
I slam my closed fist down on Da’s table, the table at which most of his decisions were made. “So we have a location.”
“We do,” Kian says cautiously. “Now, we just need a plan.”
I wave a dismissive hand in the air. “We have a plan. We get a fucking team together and get the fuck over there. Ma and Da could be back here by sundown.”
“You want to attack today?” Kian asks incredulously. “Now?”
“What is the point in waiting?”
“Fucking hell, Cillian,” he says. “We need a game plan. We can’t just go in blind.”
“We’re not blind. We’ve done this shit before. At least I have. We get together a team. We go in heavily-armed and we open fucking fire. We have the manpower and the element of surprise.”
“We haven’t done any recon,” Kian retorts. “We don’t know how heavily guarded the Cavern is, we don’t know how many men or what security measures they’ve installed since our last recon on the area. We don’t know jack shit.”
“Fuck that. Doesn’t matter.”
“Listen to me, goddammit! We need more time. I’m not asking for much,” Kian yells. “Another twelve hours at the most. I’ll send Rory and Rhys in and they’ll be back in a few hours with a full report.”
“No.”
Kian grips the edge of the desk until his knuckles go white. “Why the fuck not?” he growls.
I sigh, realizing that the alphas in each of us are close to butting heads.
“Because…” I grit my teeth down, knowing there’s no easy way to say it.
“Because what?”
“Don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that our only legitimate piece of intelligence came from Saoirse?” I ask. “It was a fucking fluke that she happened to overhear information that’s useful to us.”
“Do you have a point?”
“My point is that you have a team looking into Ma and Da’s whereabouts, don’t you?”
“Yes?”
“And every lead they’ve gotten so far has led to a dead end.”
Kian frowns. “What exactly are you trying to say?”
“That maybe someone on the inside doesn’t want us to find them,” I say bluntly.
Kian’s eyes narrow in my direction as he puts the pieces together. “You’re accusing our men of disloyalty.”
“I’m—”