Irish Luck

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Blake

There's a reason Hugh doesn't drink, hasn't for a good ten years and that's because unfortunately for him he inherited the one trait from our Ma that we've all come to hate.

He's not an alcoholic by any stretch and fuck am I thankful for that because I don't think I could endure watching it tear another member of my family apart. But alcohol changes him to someone even he despises and I think that's mainly because deep down he knows the way it tore through our lives growing up.

Me and the twins can drink in moderation, sometimes it's sketchy with Cian when he's in a dark place but Hugh learnt his lesson years ago that his safest bet is abstinence.

Or so I thought he'd learnt.

He doesn't move off the floor whilst Lydia ushers the guests and staff out of the restaurant, nope instead he's got a bottle of jack in his hand and he downs the contents whilst staring at the mess on floor where Stasia fell.

All the while I sit in a chair across from him watching him wallow in whatever's going on in his fucking head right now and wonder how any of this is going to be repairable.

He put his hands on her and that's unacceptable whether he's intoxicated or not. But that's just the tip of the fucking iceberg when it comes to these two.

Cian text to confirm Stasia got home okay and then followed on to ask a million fucking questions as to why she was so upset and refused to say what happened. All of which I've ignored because i have no idea why tonight took the turn it did or what the hells going to happen next.

All I do know is it'll be a fucking miracle if Stasia isn't packing her bags right now and if she does I have no idea what effect that'll have on me and my brothers.

The twins have well and truly fallen in deep with her and as for me I'd be lying if I didn't say the same for myself. As for Hugh I have no fucking idea if losing her would make this evident spiral better or worse.

Once the place is finally cleared out I wait for the door to close behind Lydia and then I speak.

"What's going on with you man?" I ask but instead of answering Hugh scoffs and brings the bottle back up to his lips before he drains two fingers.

"Is this about Stas?" I then ask and that grabs his attention as his eyes finally meet mine.

"Is this about Anastasia" he scoffs repeating my question back to me but as usual he uses her full name.

There's silence that stretches and then he's the first to speak this time.

"If she chooses one of you what are you going to do?" He asks his words almost slurring into one but I've listened to enough drunk babbling in my time to distinguish what he's saying.

For a moment I stay silent because it's truthfully not something I've even considered. Not one have I wondered what would happen if Stasia chose one of us other the others and that's because I've never had the impression that she would.

"Why does she have to choose?" I reply because at this point I don't see why she would have to. Especially not where me and the twins are concerned, because we've made it work so far without any issues.

But then it clicks.

Hugh is the issue here.

"Ah questions for questions because you don't like what the answer will be" he scoffs unsteadily rising to his feet and I shouldn't but I hope he falls flat on his ass or well his face because he fucking deserves it.

When he finally manages to stand he leans himself against the wall and pinches the bridge of his nose. Then he lets out a deep sigh and says "I want her Blake"

"Yeah that's fucking obvious" I scoff because he seems to be the only one that's struggled to actually realise that.

"You don't get it" he says shaking his head and quite frankly I'm sick of this pathetic pity party he's throwing himself right now.

"No. I fucking get it you're the one that doesn't" I snap pointing at him. "We're not going to make her choose Hugh and nor are you. Either you learn to accept this for what it is or stay the fuck away from her"

"Sober up and get a fucking grip of yourself" I then snap and turn to head out. Leaving him there to face up to this shit himself.