Meanwhile, before the party...
Cherry red, 1975, mustang. It was a classic American car. It was also Will's. Seamus had fully restored it for him while his brother had been up the river and he wanted to show it off to him. Being the one to pick up his brother, and not their mother or their father and uncle, was quite an honor really. As close as Seamus and Will had always been, Seamus was still always the little brother, the weaker brother. He was always the one to be protected out of the two because of his health concerns. Maybe his brother had finally stopped seeing him as someone he had to constantly protect. Or maybe he just didn't want their mother drooling all over him. That was highly possible. He leaned against the door, windows down, chewing on a twizzler. He consumed them the way most people smoked, or drank, but not Seamus Murphy. As a child and teenager it had earned him the nickname "Sweet tooth" among his father's men. As a man, it had earned him a bit of a scary reputation. After all, who the fuck ate a twizzler while blowing someone's kneecaps off?
He checked his phone and watch, checking both for an alarm from his wife and for the time. Despite Ava still having a ways to go on her pregnancy, the possiblity of the twins coming soon always lingered in his mind. He checked the gates again and searched for his brother. Where the fuck were those guards with his big brother? He was expected to deliver him, and deliver him quickly, plus he wanted to get back to his girls.