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Filip was trying to shake off the intense anxiety that he was currently feeling. He lit up another cigarette and continued to help Paddy load guns disguised as bales of hay onto the truck. He tried to convince himself that everything was fine and nothing was wrong, but it seemed he was fighting a losing battle. Everything looked just fine on the outside, and there was really no evidence that something was wrong. Try as he may, he just couldn't shake off the feeling that something was very, very off.
The day had started out relatively well. He had seen the girls this morning. They had shown up at Ashby's with the priest and the Caseys, where they would be staying for the day. Fiona has kissed him and told him to be careful, which he pretended to find annoying, but secretly fucking loved. Kerryanne had looked worried, and then hugged him and told him she loved him. It was a surprising, amazing, wonderful thing to hear. He had always loved her, and known that deep down, she loved him, too. They were father and daughter, after all. It was kind of a given. But she had said it, out loud, where anybody could have heard her. It was something he would store in his permanent memory banks and think about for a long, long time.
The trip to the barn had been relatively nice, as well. It was a sunny day, almost unnaturally sunny for Ireland, and the sun took the edge off of the cold. The ride had been nice, and they had actually taken in some nice scenery. They had also, somehow, made it past the check point without a fist fight, this time. All in all, there had really been nothing at all to complain about at all, until they arrived at the barn.
Jimmy O., the man who, according to McGee and O'Neill, never missed a run, wasn't there. Since Jimmy O. was the only reason they had come on the run at all, him not being here was a very big problem for the club. However, what Filip could not get off his mind was why. Why wasn't he here? Guns were Jimmy's thing, his territory. It made no sense at all for him to not be here to supervise. Instead, a few of his boys were here, and they were literally boys. Some of them were probably younger than his Kerryanne. No, if everything was as it should be, Jimmy would not have several teenagers here, handling his business.
He walked over to confer with Jax and Clay, passing Juice and Happy, who were very obviously following O'Neill. He was starting to feel so major anxiety, and really wanted to know what the fuck was going on. McGee was trying to convince everybody that it was time to go. Jax was arguing that they would not be going anywhere, and Filip was just standing there with one though running through his head: something is wrong. McGee's phone rang, breaking up the conversation. Filip was somewhat glad to see that he wasn't the only one concerned about Jimmy's absence. Jax looked ready to kill somebody. All this tension was really not beneficial for anybody, and Filip was about to crack a joke when McGee came back.
"That was Mo. Jimm'ys in Belfast," said McGee. "He was looking for Fiona."
He tried to take my girl. Again. He tried to take them from me. Again.
These were the only thoughts that dominated Filip's mind. He knew that the others were talking to him, trying to assure him, but he was not paying it any mind. Literally, the only thing he could think about was that Jimmy had nearly done it again. That stupid prick had nearly come in right under his nose and taken his wife and child from him again. Goddamn it, he was supposed to protect them. It was his job. He was not supposed to let this happen to them. But it did happen. For those few seconds, Filip just wanted to murder somebody. Really, just one somebody, but anybody would do.
His murderous streak was interrupted by the barn doors closing. Why do I always have to be right about shit like this? Before anybody could think, some of the guys were pounding on the door, some of the guys were shooting at the door, and some of the guys were climbing onto the truck. And then, the idiot in the driver's seat turned the key in the ignition. He was aware of himself, screaming at the driver to not start the truck and the diving behind something, but to his eternal surprise, the truck actually started.
He watched it happen, almost like it was happening in slow motion. He saw Paddy standing in the back of the truck. He saw his nephew, gun drawn, pounding on the roof, demanding that the driver go. For a fraction of a second, he thought that everything was fine, that this just might work. The truck would break through the door and chase down Jimmy's little shit teenagers who locked them in. Everything would be fine. He watched the truck crash through the barn doors, with little Padraic Telford on board.
Then, he watched as the truck exploded, sending heat, flames, and body parts flying in all directions. Why do I always have to be right about shit like this?