They had a meeting with Dennis Cain; the corrupt DEA agent who had been on Ben and Chons trail when they first started their business in growing and selling weed. Chon had wanted to kill him , Ben thought differently. Ben looked up Dennis history, learned his wife was dying of cancer and promised to supply him with the greatest weed he would ever get his hands on, along with a nice little pay off to keep him quiet. Being a dirty agent, Dennis agreed to the deal.

Mutual destruction.

Dennis would make sure Ben and Chon were never brought up on the DEA's radar, he protected them, covered for them. Because if Ben and Chon went down for this – so would he. They'd both end up in the same prison. Chon had been the one to say it: "Mutual destruction" and Dennis agreed to that. Because if he was going down for something, he sure as hell wasn't going down alone.

Dennis had called and wanted to set up a meeting, not saying much on the burn phone he used. Only that they needed to talk. So Ben and Chon drove down to the destination Dennis had chosen and waited for him.

"What do you think he wants?" Ben asked Chon.

"More money." Chon grumbled. That wouldn't happen. They were giving Dennis plenty, a lot more than someone working for the DEA should be making. He was living the good life because of them.

"Are we going to negotiate with him?" Ben asked.

Chon shook his head. "You know I hate that word." He said under his breath. He was sick of Dennis and his shit. The son of a bitch was greedy as hell, thinking he walked on water because he was able to protect them. All Chon really wanted to do was put a gun in his mouth and pull the trigger and wipe every trace of Dennis Cain off this earth. But he was insurance to them.

"Here he is." Ben said as he watched Dennis pull up in the parking lot. Chon and Ben got out of their car and headed to where he was parked.

"Chon and Ben!" He smiled. Ben mustered up a pleasant smile to return to Dennis, Chon simply glared. "Boy do I have some news for you."

"And what's that, Dennis?" Chon spoke up, watching as the man in his forties got out of his car. A car Chon was sure that the money he and Ben gave him had paid for.

"Liam Callaghan." Dennis said. Ben's eyes moved to the side, looking at Chon who kept a unreadable face. "Liam Callaghan is the son of Darcie Callaghan, one of the highest members of the IRA. Liam is in the British Military, but his daddy pulled a few strings and he didn't have to fight in the war. Rumors are that Liam now runs things when it comes to the family business. Any of this ring a bell?"

"No." Ben and Chon both lied.

Dennis laughed. "So you don't know him?" He knew they were lying.

"Never met the guy." Chon crossed his arms over his chest.

Dennis continued to laugh. "That's funny to me." Dennis said as he reached in to his car and pulled out a file, handing it over to Ben. He watched as Ben opened the file and saw the pictures. But they weren't of him or Chon, they were of Brooke. "Isn't that one of yours girlfriends?" Dennis asked.

Chon took the pictures from Ben, looking through the pictures. He looked through them all, though it pained him to do so. He didn't want to see pictures of Brooke and Liam together in any way – especially in an intimate way. And there were plenty of those pictures in the file.

"The guy should really invest in shutters." Dennis chuckled. Chon looked up from the pictures with a deadly glare. "Easy there, Chon. We're on the same side here."

"Why are you showing us these?" Ben asked, speaking before Chon said something threatening to Dennis.

"Because he's on their radar." Dennis sobered up. "And if he's on their radar – she's on their radar. And if she's on their radar – you're on their radar. And if you're on their radar, you bet your ass I'm going to be on their radar."

"So this all comes back to you trying to save your ass?"

"Keep your girl in line." Dennis said. "You can keep those." He told Chon, referring to the pictures he held in his hands. Chon made a move forward only to feel Bens hand on his shoulder, stopping him. "And do yourself a favor and don't associate with that family."

Chon tried to remain calm, not letting his anger get the best of him. He closed his eyes, gripping the pictures tight until they crumpled as Dennis left them, getting in to his car. When he heard the engine start up and drive away, he opened his eyes again and looked to Ben.

"What are we going to do?" Ben asked Chon.

Chon shook his head. "Not get involved." He walked over to the parking lots trash can and threw the pictures of Brooke and Liam away in the trash. "Brooke has a life outside of ours." He stood in front of Ben now. "And we're not going to tell her who she can and can't see." He didn't care if it put them in danger. Brooke was, from what Chon could tell, happy (though he couldn't understand why because in his mind Liam was a douche.)

"What about the DEA?"

"Let Dennis worry about that." He said before walking back to the car and getting inside. "Come on, O is waiting for you." he reminded him, knowing it would calm Ben down.

Ben took in a deep breath and walked to the car. We'll be fine, he told himself. Dennis wouldn't let anything happen to them, not when his ass was on the line too.

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Brian Callaghan the oldest sibling of the Callaghan family and he is described to be noble, honorable, moral and compassionate, but don't be fool. He would do anything to protect his family and that's where he found himself doing late Tuesday evening in his brother's office. He took a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to his best friend Luke, who is a CIA agent tell him the latest news.

"Are you sure?" Brian asked as ran a hand through his short brunette hair.

"Positive." His best friend said on the other line. "The DEA is looking into your family… Dennis Cain; some corrupt DEA agent has a hand in it."

"Laguna or Ireland?"

"Laguna."

This was the one thing that Brian did not want to happen. "Thanks man. We still on for rugby this coming fall?"

After saying their good byes, Brian cursed under his breath as he thought of how to deal with this mess and the corrupt DEA agent. He didn't want to involve the IRA members in Ireland, they would just cause a shit storm, so that left him with his family.

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"Hello brother." Liam said into his cell phone as he cooked himself lunch. "I am guessing this is a business call since you are calling me from my office."

"Yes this is. The DEA is looking into the family." Brian paused as he finished writing an email. "I just sent the file that the DEA has to your phone. This needs to be taken care of before any of the other agencies get a hint of it."

"Got it."

Not caring about his food anymore, Liam read the file the DEA had on his family as he made his way to the basement, knowing that his little sister was working out in their private gym. At first he didn't say anything when he walked into their gym, he chose to stand back and watch as his sister and his best mate Leo spar.

"Aoibheann." He voiced once Leo won the match, by playing dirty of course.

"Yes?" she grumbled as she blew her hair out of her face.

"We have a dirty DEA so to say, nosing around in our business." Walking towards his sister, he saw the confused look on her face, so he added. "I need you to send him a threat."

"Why not send Ryan? He's been itching to do something." The last thing the young Irish women wanted to do was to dig herself deeper into the IRA. Her kill list was longer than most of the older members of the IRA

"If I wanted his throat slit or his body to be dump in the ocean I would ask Ryan, but I'm asking you to send him a message."

"Fine, whatever." Aoibheann threw a punch at Leo and smile when it came into connected with his stomach. "Give me three days."

"Oh and by the way." Liam said with a wicked smile. "Your boy toy has the dirty DEA on his payroll." He knew that would cause Aoibheann to be anger at Chon. He could hear his little sister now yelling at Chon for not telling her that the DEA was watching her family. It was going to be music to his ears. Walking up the stairs to the main level of the mansion, Liam heard a loud bang he chuckled a little, knowing that his little sister won.

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Walking into house, Dennis Cain loosens his tie as he glanced around his house. For the last four days he had a feeling that he and his family were being watch, but as much as he tired he couldn't find the sick creep he would always come up empty handed. At first he thought it was Ben and Chon trying to prove a point but after the second day he knew it wasn't them. Knowing that he had three hours before his two daughters got home, Dennis pour himself a strong one before he walked into his office that held all his case flies. He wanted to get some work done before his girls came from their dance lesson.

At first he didn't know the pictures hanging all around his office, he was too busy texting Ben about their next meeting. He only noticed that something was off when he saw a four leaf clover place in the middle of his desk. Raising an eyebrow the dirty DEA agent finally looked around his office. The glass in his hand flew to the floor as he stared at all the pictures.

The pictures hanging all around his office, where pictures, of his daughters, him, the nanny and his sick wife. All the pictures had a red 'X' across the pictures, covering their faces. As he looked closer at the pictures Dennis realized that the red was dry blood. His mouth went dry, as he dialed Chon's number.

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Chon set down his bong, looking to Ben as he picked up his phone, seeing an unfamiliar number calling him. He was used to getting those kinds of calls from Dennis, who they had just had a meeting with. Usually he kept it all spaced out, never calling (or having them call) more than once a week. Twice and a meeting in one week? Something must be happening.

"Yeah?" He answered his phone.

"Did you go and tell your tramp that the DEA has been watching her boyfriend?" He hissed in anger. They were targeting his family, he wouldn't stand for this.

"First of off, watching your fucking mouth," Chon told him in a low tone. "And second of all – what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Someone sent me a very obvious message telling me to back off."

"That's your own problem, Dennis." Chon replied coldly.

"-Did you not hear me? They came to my house, Chon. I won't stand for that. My kids are going to be home any time now."

"Well then you better clean up whatever mess they left you." Chon said, feeling the high take over his body from the hit her took just before he answered the phone. He wasn't in the mood to talk to Dennis, not after seeing those pictures of Liam and Brooke. He just wanted to forget it all. Dennis swore at him, going on about how if anything happens to him because of those 'Irish motherfuckers', he'd send him and Ben to prison. Chon rubbed his temple. "My advice to you, Dennis – is to man the fuck up and set up a meeting with them like you did us." He suggested He watched as O and Ben looked at him, waiting to hear what was happening. He waved them off and stood up.

He wondered who had sent the message to Dennis. If it had been Ryan, Dennis would be dead. It could have been one of Liam's men, but something told him that Liam wanted to keep it in the family, which left Aoibheann. He couldn't help but chuckle and wonder what she did.

"In the mean time, watch your back. You don't want to fuck with that family." He thought of how Liam had killed Brooke's dad so easily.

"You better hope nothing bad happens to me, Chon. Or yours and Ben's asses are on the line."

"Yeah, yeah, see you in Hell too, Dennis." He said before hanging up. He went back in to the room where Ben and O were and took another hit from bong. He didn't need to get himself involved with this shit.