Bronagh Chapter 20
Cathal and I got a total of two and a half days of silence from everyone before it was interrupted.
I didn’t tell him, but I was kind of glad they did.
I was exhausted. My husband had turned into a sex maniac.
He’d made love with me, to me, and then turned around and fucked me, then we fucked each other until I had to soak in the tub to ease the soreness.
He offered to stop, but I refused. I was so damn happy and sexually fulfilled, it was unreal.
And he wore a grin like a Cheshire cat. I never thought men had stamina like that, but Cathal did.
And during those two and a half days, I received one helluva comprehensive crash course in kink, and what it was my man liked as well as what I liked.
We played around with so many different things, I forgot them all.
And I had begun to compile a list of more maybes or those that went from maybe to you better believe we’re keeping it.
Cathal praised me for how experimental I was, and even more so for how incredible he got off with me. We were just finishing an early dinner when his phone rang. It surprised both of us because neither of ours had rung that whole time. He picked up his phone and glanced at it, then at me.
“It’s Darragh.”
As soon as he announced it, Cathal pushed the Talk button, then the Speaker one.
“Afternoon, cousin. I have you on speakerphone with Bronagh and me,” he announced.
“Afternoon. Glad to know you’re both alive.” There was amusement in Darragh’s tone before it turned serious.
“I’m sorry to call and disturb your honeymoon, but you said if we had a threat or knew something concrete to call. Well, we’ve got concrete.”
“Tell us,” Cathal said intently. He leaned toward the phone in the middle of the table.
“Cody and his team, with a bit of help from Gianna when the baby was sleeping, have discovered where the Methot brothers usually hang out. They have favorite haunts on both sides of Sault Ste. Marie, but their official address is on the Ontario side. They have all their vital stats that I’ll give you later.
“He intercepted more communication. It seems the dumb bastards still believe their communications are encrypted enough not to be hacked. Good for us, bad luck for them. Anyway, we’d like you to meet us in The Hive in twenty minutes. I’ll brief everyone then. Will that work for you newlyweds?”
Darragh’s voice was back to teasing.
“We’ll be there. See you soon,” Cathal told him.
“See you in twenty,” was all Darragh said before disconnecting.
“I’m sorry our honeymoon is interrupted. Hopefully, we can get back to it soon,” Cathal said to me as he rose from the table.
“It’s a good reason for a disruption. I want to hear what Darragh has to say.” I waved away his apology.
Sixteen minutes later, we were in The Hive.
Almost everyone in the family was gathered.
I found it amusing that the family had so easily begun calling the Command Center The Hive.
Those who were there greeted us. They teased us a little about how worn out we looked.
We smiled and kept holding hands. Finally, Rory and Cillian joined us.
They were the last ones we’d been waiting for.
Darragh and Alistair stood by the monitors.
“Thanks for the swift response. I know most of you just got home from work. I’ll make it quick. We have the information we need to make our move on the Methot brothers. Our very own Gianna uncovered a communication.”
He paused, gave her a smile, and nodded. All Gianna did was smile back and tip her head at him. Darragh continued.
“The Methots have business in the Detroit area, and Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, but they live and have the bulk of their lives on the Canadian side of Sault Ste. Marie. However, we’ve waited to make our move on the farm in Milford and the warehouse in Detroit because we wanted to nab them.
We need to know if they have other farms. So far, nothing has indicated that, but it hasn’t been ruled out either.
“After our wiping out of the first team they sent here, they laid low. But when there was no immediate retaliation, they thought they were safe. That we have no idea who was behind it. And the dent we’ve made in their soldiers has pushed up the timeline for inducting more men into their army.
“Tomorrow night, they’ll gather a new crop of candidates at the warehouse in Detroit to weed out the ones they don’t want.
We know those whom they choose will be sent to the farm.
What you might not know is that we snuck men into that warehouse to install hidden cameras with audio for just this occasion.
We’ll move against them at both locations after they finish deciding who to keep and who to let go.
“We don’t want to eliminate any innocent person.
And we need them to tell those they ask to stay where they’re supposed to go.
We hope that if there are other farms, they’ll divide them between those locations.
However, the bigger reason to make our move is that the Methot brothers are coming to the choosing ceremony.
There was chatter that they wanted to make sure the best candidates were chosen.
They feel their soldiers aren’t faring well when it’s time to do their jobs.
They are losing faith in their appointed army leadership.
“We may not get a chance to strike where we can get them for months if we don’t do it tomorrow.
And while working across the border in Canada isn’t impossible for us, it does make it harder.
The meeting is set for eight o’clock tomorrow night.
Our people will be in place by seven,” Darragh stopped there.
“How will we be divided? It takes hours to get to Michigan,” Rian pointed out.
“They’ll fly in early tomorrow. Two teams will be dropped off.
When they complete the mission, they’ll be flown back.
The intention is to bring back the Methot brothers alive.
We need to question them. Alistair will be in charge of deciding which Hounds and our men go.
I’m asking that family members stay here.
I know you all would like to be involved, but I don’t think any of us who are recognizable should be seen in the area.
When those two locations are discovered, they’ll make the news.
I just don’t want any speculation. You’ll get to be involved in the interrogation of the Methots, if only to observe. ”
This reveal caused a wave of muttering. Cathal was one of them. He scowled. I saw most of the guys weren’t happy. The other women exchanged amused glances, as if they were used to their response. I squeezed Cathal’s hand. He turned his head to me. The scowl on his face eased, and he squeezed back.
I wasn’t upset that he wouldn’t go. I was relieved that he and his family would be kept safe.
No matter how much he told me they were as well-trained, if not more than their soldiers, I still thought they should remain shielded.
It didn’t mean I cared less about the men and women who worked for and protected them. It just struck me as different.
From there, Alistair ran them through the basics of preparation and then what to expect.
I listened with half an ear. My mind was caught up on whether they had notified my dad.
They promised he’d be involved. When the meeting came to a close, I tugged on Cathal’s hand and went toward Darragh and Alistair.
When we came to a stop before them, Darragh smiled.
“I knew you’d be the first over here. Before you ask, yes, Faolán has already been contacted. I spoke to him right before coming down here. I told him the same thing about not personally accompanying his people. He wasn’t happy, but he agreed he’d come to us here. He refuses to miss that.”
“Alright, then, is there anything we need to do on this end?” I asked.
Last time, we were attacked without notice, so there was no prep time.
“Nothing is needed on this end, other than to remain alert. We’re still monitoring for any rumors of them sending more men toward us. If we get notice, we’ll have everyone come down here like the last time,” Darragh stated.
“So you’re saying I should take my wife back to our house and lock her away for the next twenty-four hours,” Cathal said, smirking.
His cousin and Alistair grinned. “I mean, you can take it that way if you want. I would,” Alistair replied.
There was chuckling. Then we spent several minutes talking with others who came over. It included some teasing. But eventually, we got to return home. And Cathal and I resumed celebrating our marriage.