Irish Luck

Chapter Five

Hugh

Anastasia's been with us for a few days now, for the most part she hasn't answered many questions. The only information I've managed to figure out is that she probably didn't know that she's meant to be dead. Any time it's mentioned she either flips out and shouts at me no matter how much pain she's in or her eyes well and she bites down on her lip clearly trying not to cry.

Other than that she's told us fuck all, in fact any time I ask her a question she tells me to go fuck myself, jump off a bridge and the latest one has been her sticking her finger up at me and telling be to 'sit on it and swivel'. All in all she's an absolute joy and I'm quickly growing more and more frustrated with her clear lack of consideration for the position she's found herself in.

From the info we got from our connections back in Birmingham she'd apparently been in a fatal car accident, there's a police report, coroners report everything but it clearly wasn't her in that fucking care.

All it's done is give me more questions than answers.

To make things worse if I catch Finn cosied up next to her in that fucking bed one more time I might actually throw the fucker off the roof. He's absolutely besotted by the girl and I can already tell that it's a recipe for disaster.

I hear giggling coming from the room she's staying in and when I open the door of course there Finn is tucked up in the fucking bed with her, the two of them watching some crap on the TV and clearly having a great time of it.

"Get out!" I snap at him and I see that he goes to protest but quickly choses to do otherwise. Instead he grumbles a goodbye to Anastasia and gets up leaving the room.

Once he's gone Anastasia just stares at me.

She's looking a lot better than she did when Blake first brought her up here. Her jet black hair is on top of her head with stray stands falling down either side of her face where the swelling has gone down slightly and the bruises have started to turn a brown and yellow, rather than the aggressive black and purple they looked like before. Her eyes are no longer bloodshot and I can imagine it would be easy to get lost in the dark pools that are surrounded by a long feathering of lashes. The swelling on her lips has gone down as well but they're still full and flushed rosy pink which looks a lot darker in contrast to her pale skin.

She sitting up in the bed and when she lays herself back she doesn't flinch clearly not in as much pain as she had been either.

She dressed in a skimpy set of pyjamas that I gather Finn has provided for her because they cling to her every curve, which are undeniably very fucking prominent and without even realising it my eyes snap on her heavy breast and her protruding nipples that show the evident piercings on both through the thin fabric.

"Getting a good look?" she says sarcastically and my eyes snap up to hers.

There's a coy smile that spreads across her lips that signals fucking trouble so much so it has my dick twitching as I think about them wrapped around it. I quickly get myself the fuck out of there spinning round without another word before I let my imagination run any fucking more.

I hear her cackle of laughter and then a groan clearly from the pain of it as the door slams shut behind me.

I have to take a moment to lean myself against the door and take a deep breath trying to compose myself before I go and give Finn hell for getting way to close to her.

I need to get a fucking grip of myself.

I head straight into the kitchen where I find Finn stuffing cereal into his mouth like a child and Blake rested against the cabinets with a coffee in his hands. Instinctively I smack Finn round the back of the head as I walk past him which is always what I do when he's been a fucking idiot.