Irish Luck

Chapter Two

As I come to the unbelievable amount of pain that consumes me makes me feel sick to my stomach.

There isn't a part of my body that isn't in excruciating pain and with the way that my head thumps aggressively it's like it has it's very own marching band in there.

I am not in a good way right now and there is absolutely no denying that.

It only takes me a minute before I'm acutely aware of the fact that the bed I'm lying in is way too comfortable to be a hospital bed. The sheets feel like silk and the pillows and covers are definitely too plush.

The biggest sign though is the smell of men's cologne and eucalyptus which surrounds me and means I am definitely not in any kind of hospital.

There's movement from somewhere at the end of the bed and the desire to curse is so fucking strong but instead I stay perfectly still and pretend to be passed out.

"We know you're awake Anastasia" a deep voice grumbles, yet again with an Irish twang.

And yep I am royally fucked.

"It's Stasia" I grunt back and open my eyes.

The light instantly blinds me and causes me to blink a few times to adjust. Once I can see properly, with great difficulty I manage to edge myself up the bed slightly with a groan.

My eyes fall on not only Blake but his three brothers as they all stand at the end of the bed.

There's two standing side by side, identical with their dark hair, matching green eyes and obviously muscular builds. They must be Cian and Finn the twins, and from what I can remember they're the same age as me.

Even though they're the youngest they're both a couple of inches taller than their brothers who are at least over 6ft themselves.

Although they're clearly identical twins there's differences that make it easier to tell them apart. Like how the one on the left has his hair cropped short, his eyebrow and lip both pierced. His strong jawline is accentuated by the dark tattoos that cover the whole of his neck, spreading up each side of his head and clearly continue down past the neckline of his T.

When my eyes meet his a wide cheeky smile spreads across his face and he winks at me which makes my eyes dart away to his twin.

There's no smile on his face though.

In fact he's completely void of any kind of emotion, a darkness behind his eyes that makes me feel a little uneasy. His hairs shaved at the sides, long on top and tied back into a knot. There's a silver scar that runs down the left side of his face from his eyebrow all the way down to his chin which cuts right through his long unkempt stubble.

There's something about him that makes him so much more intimidating than his twin and it's eerie.

Blake stands next to him no longer dressed in the clothes I clearly destroyed with my vomit. Now I can see him in the light, his features are a lot more distinguishable, and frankly he's gorgeous just like his brothers.

Then right there front and centre is Hugh the eldest of the four. Everything about it is immaculate. There isn't a single hair out of place, his suit perfectly tailored to fit his muscular frame. Even his short beard is trimmed perfectly. He practically oozes dominance and control as he glares at me, clear triumph there in his eyes.

"Good Morning" Hugh draws out and I can't help but groan and sink back into the bed.

"Can we do this later?" I groan

"Kind of recovering from your brother hitting me with a car" I then say pinning Blake with a glare.

His eyebrows shoot up and he genuinely looks offended.