Irish Promises

Chapter Two

Blake

I don't think I have ever been so exhausted in my fucking life.

If coming back to deal with the shitshow we left behind in the wake of our takeover from Faolan wasn't enough of a back breaker, the addition of having to quite literally have a complete reshuffle of everything we had in place because of Irvin now being around has meant that we've all been on the go constantly without so much as a minutes peace.

Hugh's had to set up a whole new office site here seeing as there's no hope of us going back to London anytime soon, staffing it and ensuring all our legal endeavours can be appropriately managed.

I've been meeting with everyone that works for us ensuring everyone knows what they're doing, thinning out the dead weight whilst also travelling back and forth to London.

As for the twins they've been both setting up new protection arrangements, collecting from those already in place and dealing with any difficulty with any that haven't been paying on time.

It's evident we're all exhausted by the tired expressions on all my brothers faces as we sit around eating in silence. The only one not seeming to be tired is Stasia as she sits prodding her food, her head perched on her hand and a very unimpressed expression plastered all over her face.

We've barely spent any time with her since we've been back and I know that upsets her which is understandable but she has to also understand the pressure we're under right now and that's without the upcoming meeting we have with Irvin and Rossi next week to discuss the current alliance that we have in place and the changes that Irvin supposedly wants to make.

For the most part he's been silent but Hugh feels he's going to show us his cards in an astronomical way sooner or later so to say we're all on edge because of that would be an understatement.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Stasia asks randomly breaking the silence around the table.

She doesn't even give any of us a chance to ask what the hell she's on about as she continues.

"I don't know am I too fat? Does my vaginal smell or something?" at that I quite literally choke on my mouthful completely fathomed by why the hell she would even ask that question.

The twins look just as shocked as me and well Hugh looks as if he has no idea what to say right now which I guess makes four of us. When he clears his throat to speak she beats him too it.

"Well you see it must be something like that because not one of you has touched me and we've been back a whole week" she says seems to actually be talking to herself more than anything. not actually to us as she continued to push her food around her plate. "Not a bean flick, or even a hey Stas suck my dick" she then stands and throws her hands up in the air as she shouts "Nothing!"

At that she then storms out like a fucking whirlwind leaving us literally staring after her our mouths agape trying to figure out what has just happened.

"What the hell was that?" Cian asks looking round at us all and all Finn can do is shrug as he continues to stare after her.

"I have no fucking idea but I'm going to find out" Hugh replies shoving his chair back and rising from it to storm after her.

It takes all of a few seconds before the rest of us all follow suit, probably more to do with the fact that if Hugh's going to attempt to deal with whatever is wrong with Stasia then it's likely there is going to be some kind of explosion.

By the time we catch up with the both of them shouting can already be heard coming from Stasia's room as she quite literally screams at Hugh, him not seeming to be able to get a word in.

"All of it gone to waste!" she shouts as we pile into the room as a bunch of lacey material is being flung in Hugh's direction and smacking him square in the face. "Four dicks!" she then shouts throwing her hands in up in the air. "You have four dicks between you and not one has come anywhere near me all fucking week!"

"You're pissed off because you're sexually frustrated?" He queries as calm as anything still clearly as bemused as the rest of us.

"Sexually frustrated?" she hisses pinning him with a glare. "I'm like mother fucking Theresea right now!"

At that I can't help but laugh. Which earns me a furious glare now.

Surely this little outburst isn't over sex.

Yeah I haven't been with her but I hadn't realised my brother's hadn't either. No wonder she thinks there's something wrong with her.

"I wear those to bed and not one of you even bats an eyelid" she says pointing at the discarded material that I know assume is lingerie.

"Is it because of this?" She then shout lifting up her top and grabbing at her stomach. "Because I'm too fucking tubby?" She snaps repeating out bitch of a mother's words and if she wasn't in rehab I'd quite literally throttle her neck.

At that Hugh seems to lose any semblance of calm that he appeared to have before.

"Will you shut the fuck up with the shouting and fucking speak to us" he shouts at her and yep here go the explosions.

"No fucking make me!" she shouts and crosses her arms like a child to which Hugh turns to face us looking completely and utterly pissed off.

"Get out" he growls and at that me and the twins pile out of the room without a single ounce of hesitation.

The door slamming behind us so hard it rattles actually rattles.