Irish Luck

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Hugh

Having to swallow my pride is not something I'm accustomed to. Especially when it comes to my brothers, they usually listen to me and take my advice because that's my role as their big brother but the reality is Cian will stay rooted at the Manor House unless I take action.

He's made that perfectly clear.

Both of the twins have point blank refused to come home, Cian won't even take my calls and though Finn has been working other than that he refuses to speak to me about Anastasia at all until I apologise to her.

Which I don't want to admit but it's needed. Especially after what I said.

Blake has done nothing but sulk since she's been gone which isn't like him at all and at this point if I don't do something my family will continue to be split apart. I'll be dammed if I'm going to let that happen, I've worked way too hard for way too long to keep us all together, most of which they have no idea about. Even down to building a life for us all here.

I've worked way too hard to have it all torn apart now.

After everything we've been through together I can't understand how one woman has seemed to come between us so easily, all in a matter of weeks. Nothing like this has ever happened before, and well they've never perused the same woman before which is probably why the problem is it's not them it's coming between it's between me and them.

I'm the one with the problem. When it should be them.

I just can't understand why they would all enter into whatever dynamic they have with Anastasia without considering the fallout that is inevitably going to come. The reality is there'll come a time where she has to choose between them. Choose one and leaving two of them heartbroken, I can see it will happen but they seem oblivious to that fact and that's the main issue.

There is no way they can all continue with this and the outcome be happy.

I drive up the gravel driveway swallowing down the dreadful feeling that threatens to come right up if I don't. This place has nothing but bad memories for me and it's the reason I never come out here. Avoiding it at all costs.

After the twins were about 5 every summer we'd be banished away here with our mother whilst our father flew god knows where with whichever woman he was having an affair with at the time. Our mother always knew what was going on and it was the main reason she'd spent the majority of our childhood severely depressed. For the most part with school and nanny's it didn't show as much, especially when she spent most of her time with a bottle in her hand. But then as soon as we'd all get here she'd the whole summer hidden away in her room depressed.

It would just be my brothers and us.

Not that they'd ever really noticed because I made sure to fill their time so they wouldn't. I kept them occupied with as many activities as I could, ensure they had three meals a day and were cared for because our mother couldn't.

Everything was my responsibility and it will always be my responsibility to protect them no matter what.

As far as they were aware it was always the best time of the year for them.