Irish Luck

Chapter Six

Finn

My tyres crunch over the gravel driveway as I make my way up seeing the looming old country house come into view. Of course Cian couldn't pick a five star hotel to wallow at, it has to be this horror house and of course It's in complete darkness which instantly sets me on edge. I see Cian's bike parked up and I know he's definitely inside, there's not a chance in hell he'd go anywhere without it but seeing it doesn't ease my anxieties because I have no idea what kind of state I'm going to find him in.

I get why Hugh insisted on me coming out here to check on him, me and Cian are obviously the closest, he's my other half but he's not the same anymore and we all know it. Cian's always been the quietest out of all of us but he's a ghost of who he used to be.

Sighing I park up my car and examine the horror house in front of me. I've always hated this fucking house, it's gigantic and always reminded me of a horror house out of the movies as a kid, but ever since what happened to Cian he often retreats out here when he needs space. We just never know if he'll always come back.

Instead of making my way through the house I take the side gate and instantly feel relieved when I spot an orange glow coming from the distance. I know it'll be Cian down at the old tree house me and my brothers used to play in whenever we spent the summers down here.

I'm not overly surprised he'd be outside what is surprising though is the closer I get to the orange glow I see it's not just a fire but a full on camp.

He's sleeping out here instead of in the house.

He's got a tent set up, a single chair that he's currently sat in, a fire blazing in a pit he's made himself and there's larger cans and bottles scattered round which means he's been heavily drinking.

As I get closer I see he's got his sketch pad in his lap which has always been usual for him. His pencil freezes slightly as he must hear me approaching but he then goes back to drawing without even bothering to look up at me.

"Are you camping out here?" I ask even though it's obvious that he is.

"What are you doing here?" He grumbles not taking his eyes off of his drawing. His pencil works the paper vigorously and I see the hint of a face before he slams his sketchbook closed. "Finn what do you want?"

The glare he gives me is pure animalistic and I know instantly that he doesn't want me or anyone else out here bothering him.

"Would you believe me if I said I missed you?" I say scrunching up my face knowing full well that he won't believe me and the glare he gives me tells me I'm right. "I'm checking on you okay" I admit and I don't miss how he rolls his eyes.

Placing his sketch book down beside him he grabs an open bottle of what looks like whiskey and brings it to his lips.

"I spoke to Blake yesterday I don't need anyone checking on me" he says after taking a long gulp.

"Look with Stasie being at the penthouse I know it's bound to bring back-" I try to sympathise with him but he quickly shuts me down.

"Don't!" He growls his eyes finally snapping up to mine "Don't fucking say another word" he warns and take it. He's never talked about what happened to him, won't even bring it up even though we've all seen the scars he refusing to even acknowledge what happened to him.

I hold my hands up and sigh. "We're worried about you man that's all"

"Well don't" he says and takes another swig from his bottle.

"Cian please talk to me" I plead even though I know it's pointless.

I've lost track of how many times we've all tried to get him to talk but it never happens, we never achieve anything. 

"Go home Finn I'm fine" he grunts and I know there's not a chance I'm going to get anywhere with him when he's like this. 

There's a terrible silence that settles between the two of us, the only sound around us the crackling of the fire until he finally gives me a pleading look so full of sorrow that makes my heart shatter for my twin.

"Please I'll be back in a day or two" he sighs puts down the bottle and picks up his sketchpad again. When I don't move he says the two words I know he won't break. "I promise" and I know he'll keep it.

We've not once not kept a promise to each other. If he promises he'll come home then I believe him. Without saying another word I retreat leaving him to his drawing, at least he has something to focus his mind on for now. 

When I pull up in the garage I instantly spot that both Blake and Hugh's cars are missing and I decide I'm going to take the opportunity to have some alone time with Stasia. 

Every time I've gone anywhere near her Hugh has come and practically ripped me away like a prized prick. Without either of them home it means there's no one to bitch and moan at me for trying to get to know the girl. 

Hugh seems to have it in his head that she's some kind of plant, like her father faked her death and sent her here to get to us. But I think he's just paranoid, I don't even think she had any idea that any of us were in London let alone that she was meant to be dead. 

In all honesty, she's a great girl. In the short moments I've actually been able to sneak into her room it's been light and easy. There's no awkwardness, she's nice and clearly isn't any kind of threat. I just have to prove that to my brothers. But in the meantime whilst their gone I'm going to finally let her out of that boring room so she doesn't have to stare at the same four walls all the time. 

Knocking on her door I wait until I hear her voice. 

"Come in" I hear her call and when I open the door and poke my head in I find her seated crossed legged on the bed watching the TV.

When she sees my face she smiles warmly and it a fuck it's a beautiful sight. "Hey they said you'd be gone for a few days" she says and raises a brow at me. 

"Did you miss me?" I say with a sly smile and I don't miss the slight blush that flushes her cheeks. 

"Maybe" she says coyly. 

"Wanna go for a swim?" I ask and I don't miss how her brows raise and she looks genuinely amazed. 

"You have a pool here?" she asks clearly bemused. 

"Of course we do come on" I say nodding my head slightly to encourage her. 

"Wait I have nothing to wear" she says looking down and tugging at her pyjamas

"Er- underwear?" I know she has those I picked them out myself along with each set of pyjamas.

She contemplates it for not even a second before she's smiling and nodding. "Okay let me put some on"

At that my eyes instantly go to her breasts they're impossible to miss at the best of times but now my attentions drawn to them and the bars of her nipple piercings. They're the perfect handful, perk and the way her tight vest top hugs them makes it impossible to look away. Even more so when Stasia grips the hem of the vest and pulls it off in one swift motion.

When my eyes flicker up to hers I find that they're locked onto mine. 

"Lets go swim then" she then says with a smirk and fuck me all the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock.