Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sullivan
Pacing the floor of Flynn’s room isn’t helping me like I thought it would.
Much to my brother’s dismay, we aren’t actually fucking stupid.
We have a plan that we know will work if they’d just listen to us.
They’re completely glossing over her warning to Jakob before she left.
Too blinded by revenge to look at the whole picture.
That’s exactly what she’s banking on. This is the part of having Flynn and me that would really work in their favor if they weren’t so scared to stain our souls. Little do they fucking know.
“They’re walking right into her hands.” Flynn grumbles from his spot laid out on the couch in his room.
“I’m not staying here and being sitting ducks. And I won’t let Jakob, the women, and the kids stay either. We’ve got to come up with our own shit.”
“How the hell are we going to convince them to go with us?”
“We talk to them. You think the spouses, who are always left out of family business, won’t listen to us? We’re two halves of the same whole.” I try to explain.
Flynn shoots upright, staring daggers at me. “No, we are two halves of one whole. They are our in-laws.”
I can’t help but laugh at him. “Okay, you’re right. But we’re going to need our own ‘crew’ to get this done. I have an idea.”
“Oh, no. No fucking way, Sul. Our friends aren’t enough.
Also, Earth to Sully, they aren’t even all here.
So we have no idea. We have shit. Shit from a bull, if you will.
Bullshit. That’s what we have.” He pushes to his feet and starts pacing on the opposite side of the room, panic racking his body.
“Just trust me.”
“That’s not fucking fair, and you know it.” He abruptly stops pacing and turns to glare at me.
“Seriously, Flynn. I really think I have a solid plan. Trust me?”
“Always have, always will.” Flynn shakes his head as he grumbles.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and shoot off two separate texts to two separate groups.
Elle’s Boys<3
Don’t start. Elle named it in middle school.
Sully: Fam plan. Need hands in three days. Face time tonight?
Knox: For how long?
Sully: Just a day. MAYBE two.
Knox: I’ll be there.
Xavier: I’m on bye week starting tomorrow. Count me in.
Zach: When and where?
Flynn: Always down.
Elle: On the way.
Dom: Do our hands need to be full?
He means weapons.
Sully: Ding ding ding.
Dom: Got it.
Exiting out of that chat and pulling up the next, I send out a slightly different message.
The Unprivileged Byrne’s
Named by two very aggravated best friends years ago.
Sully: Meeting in the movie room? In thirty?
Clara: Where are the traitors?
Flynn: Still in Rowan’s office. Refusing to listen to anyone aside from themselves.
Lee: Typical. Count me in. Can Dieter and the guys come or not?
Sully: Actually, yeah. We’ll need them too.
Flynn: No Annie. She stays out of this.
Lee: I don’t need help protecting my baby sister, Flynnigan. Thanks for your concern.
Flynn: One, that’s not my name. Two, I said what I said.
Nix: Face time me in. I’m at the hospital.
Jakob: I’m in, it’ll probably take me thirty to make it there if I leave now.
Flynn: You’re literally in the house.
Jakob: You want to come walk with the broken bones I have?
Sully: Nah, you got it, big dog. See everyone soon. And yes Nix, we’ll face time you in.