Irish Promises

Chapter One

Stasia

Rain. Rain. Rain. 

So much fucking rain. 

It's so miserable outside and it just seems to be matching the atmosphere in the car as we drive towards the airport to head back home. 

Well back to Birmingham seeing as we won't be heading back to London for a good while now with everything that has happened and holy fuck has a lot happened in the last 24hours.

With Irvin back and making it perfectly clear he would be sticking around for the foreseeable it's like every single one of them has gone into complete overdrive.  Hugh's been on the phone to Lydia all fucking day discussing office space, a new property for us to move into with round the clock security that makes it sound as if it would be easier to break into the White House. 

Blake has also been on the phone non-stop setting up meetings with all the guys that work for them when we get back, along with setting up meetings with Rossi as well. 

It's like all go and battle stations at the ready. I just can't help thinking it's not necessary. 

My father's M.I.A. My brothers are now supposedly working for Irvin and well when it comes to the brother's there's an inadmissible amount of rage and irritation oozing from them all. 

It's not particularly directed at me and for that I am grateful because for the most part I can tell they've attempted to be normal with me despite it being very obvious they don't want to. The frustration is there and I can feel it rising as each second ticks by. 

They haven't so much as said it to me directly but they think Irvin is a danger and they think I'm stupid for believing that he's not or well Blake does I know that for sure. His exact whispered words last night were 'completely brainwashed'. That's what he thinks is the case with me right now, that I've been manipulated and brainwashed by Irvin so much that I can't see the monster that he is. 

I didn't even attempt to go in and argue with him as I listened to all four brothers sit in the kitchen having a hushed conversation about me like I was some stupid naive girl that hadn't a clue about what was going on. 

Instead I sat myself on the stairs and listened to every single word trying not to let it get to me too much. 

'We have to tread carefully'
'She's clearly been sucked in by him'
'She's not thinking straight' 

It went on and on about how I wasn't seeing the obvious and I tried my hardest to accept that it came from a place of worry but it still didn't stop some of it stinging.

Because in truth I do understand. I get why they feel the way they do, and I understand why they wouldn't trust that Irvin has good intentions. 

I really do.

I just wish they would trust that my heart solely lies with them. Yes there are feelings there for Irvin, I've admitted that but I've also admitted that they're nothing like the feelings I have for them. 

With Irvin it's more like a friend that I feel I could lean on no matter what. It's not love. I've said that a million times, and I know for absolute certain that it's not. 

They might not trust me right now and I know for sure they don't trust Irvin but I also know that there is nowhere else I'd want to be than with them, I guess it's just a case of proving that to them. Which is exactly what I intend to do. 

I just hope that they give me enough of a chance to be able to prove myself to them. 

Prove that I have made my choice, that it wasn't even really a choice to begin with. 

Because if they don't... 

Well I don't know what I will do. 

I will prove myself to them, and help Irvin prove that he's not a threat either. 

I'll explain to him that all I want is friendship and nothing else. 

Then everything will be fine. It has to be fine because I just know there isn't an alternative where everyone makes it out of this happy. 

Or alive.