🇮🇪 Son of First 9 Keith McGee & Maureen Ashby. Belfast born, raised by the docks. Calculated fury. SAMBEL blood running cold through California lanes. #SOARP
Night like this always brings the same thoughts. Belfast diesel. Gunpowder. Old debts.
Charming’s quiet. Doesn’t mean it’s safe.
Just me, the smoke, and whatever’s comin’ next.
If you need my steel to make this stick, I’ll drive it straight through the heart of anyone standing in our way.
I’m locking down the perimeter until dawn. Keep your eyes sharp and see you at the crossroads.
Blood first. Always.
*A low, dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, a lethal but proud smirk cutting across his face.*
Nobody leaves me behind, little brother. Killian draws the map, but you know I’m the one who executes the play. {÷}
The plan is set and Killian’s word is final. You want in, you’re in. No one was looking to leave you behind anyway—we need that steel of yours if we’re going to make this stick.See you at the crossroads before the sun is up. Keep your head down until then. Blood first. Always
@BelfastGhost_@irishteller_
Havin’ fun without me, are ye? I’ve seen the plan.
I’m not sittin’ this one out.
Killian’s moving. My steel.
Before dawn, I’m at the crossroads.
On time. Ready. Don’t ask if ye should bring me in.
I’m already in.
Blood first. Always.
With me sister @IrishTeller_ and me brother-in-arms.
He’s not blood, but he’s family all the same.
And these two lovebirds?
I know there’s somethin’ there even if the pair of them keep denyin’ it.
Aye. Family’s family.
Trinity stands outside the chapel like she always does; sharp mind, sharper loyalty.
Liam’s right next to chapel's door, waiting on the other side.
Blood doesn’t need a patch.
Touch any of them and I’ll show ye what the Belfast docks taught me about permanent solutions.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬
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𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗖𝗥𝗢.
Listen close, ye bastards.
Due to recent events, and by the strict code of this international alliance, I invoke my right as a SAMBEL Nomad.
I’m summonin’ every Sons charter to the table. Every single one. (...)
@TroubledCarnage@ANARCHICLEGACY Charming’s grand if ye like soft sun and softer rules, but it changes nothin’. Yer man knowin’ I’m here changes even less. Not askin’ permission. Tellin’ the town the docks just extended their reach. Pass it on or don’t… we’re stayin’.
Hell yeah is right, brother.
We ride for it. Always have. Always will. Blood first. Club second. Outsiders last.
I’ve got the docks locked. You’ve got us watchin’ yer back so the dark never touches ye.
That’s the deal.
Aye. We ride.
drawing an iron-clad boundary that ensures anyone who even breathes a threat toward his family will be systematically and ruthlessly erased from existence.
Yet, this absolute monster completely vanishes when it comes to his own flesh and blood. To his parents and his siblings —Killian, Trinity, and Liam— Cathal is fiercely warm, intensely loyal, and deeply protective,
Armed with his father's backing, the fierce loyalty of his siblings, and a complete disregard for SAMCRO’s internal rules, the youngest McGee is ready to dictate terms to anyone holding a gavel.