This requires all hands on deck.
The moment I see Lorcan out, after he’s given me yet another warning, I send a message to my brothers.
It’s time for damage control. Be here in ten.
Kieran
Fuck off, it’s early.
Cormac
Five mins away.
Kieran
Of course, you are. Suck up.
Brennan
Can I have a ride? I think I’m still drunk.
Kieran
Good night, little bro?
Me: This wasn’t an invitation to start a discussion. Get to the house NOW!
Kieran
Someone’s cranky in the mornings…
Brennan
Maybe I should message Ciara to see if she’ll cheer him up before the meeting?
Me: I SWEAR TO GOD
Kieran
It’s good you called this meeting. I have some intel for you.
Me: Good? Bad?
Kieran
What do you think?
I curse at Kieran’s message and shut my phone off, knowing full well that whatever he’s going to tell me is bad news. I race back upstairs to take a quick shower and throw on some fresh clothes before they arrive.
Lorcan might not have offered me the words of encouragement I was expecting, but they sure as hell have lit a fire beneath my ass.
As I head back down the stairs, Stephen emerges from the kitchen carrying a mug of tea and a plate of toast.
“I’m having a private meeting with my brothers.” I try not to fixate on the fact that he’s bringing my wife food. “Make sure Ciara stays out of the way. I don’t want her listening to this.”
Stephen nods before disappearing into the lounge, making sure to shut the door behind him.
A familiar pang of jealousy resurfaces at the thought of the two of them alone in the lounge.
