Irish Promises

Chapter Thirty-Five

Finn

I'm pretty sure I've been staring at Hugh with my mouth gaped open whilst he's proceeded to tell us how him and Stas have kept this secret from us for weeks.

To say my heads reeling right now is without a doubt a fucking understatement.

Of course I'm relieved that she hasn't actually gone off with Irvin because frankly that completely and utterly tore me to shreds and truth be told I'd be lying if I tried to claim that the thought still wasn't fucking me.

Just because we now know that isn't the case doesn't completely erase how it felt in that moment to think she really had walked away after everything.

I think it'll take a long while before it's gone as well, that's if it ever really does go.

In truth the fact she's put herself in harms way doesn't particularly make any of this better either. She may not be gone for good but after how quickly he figured her out last time what's to say he won't this time round as well.

What's to say he'll divert from attempting to manipulating her and turn directly to forcing her to do whatever he wants.

I don't fucking like any of this and I know for certain Blake doesn't either.

"I don't like it she's not safe with him and you know that" I say eliciting a sigh from Hugh.

Thankfully Blake agrees with me nodding along with his fists balled at his sides.

"She knows what she's doing" Hugh sighs having way more faith than us right now.

"Yeah you fucking said that last time" Blake snaps and I agree with him wholeheartedly.

"This isn't the same" Hugh grumbles.

"Bollox it isn't" I say interjecting.

It's exactly the fucking same. She's behind closed doors with that prick and it's pretty fucking obvious

"This is the exactly reason why we didn't tell you" Hugh explains and I already know Blake's not going to react to that well but I beat him to it to respond.

"You're pimping her out just like Damien did" I point out.

And that's the dam truth. This is no different to what he used to make her do. Actually no there's one difference here which is the he fact that Volkov's already succeeded getting into Stas' head before. I don't give shit what Hugh says about her knowing what his game is, there's every chance he'll get in her fucking head again and this'll all be a disaster that results in us losing her again. Maybe even for good this time.

"This was her choice" he snaps back, his gaze furiously pinned onto me. "And don't ever imply I've forced her to fucking do anything" he then says through gritted teeth clearly not happy about the accusation.

But truthfully I couldn't give two shits if he's happy about it or not. Because I'm not fucking happy about any of this and I'm prepared to make that perfectly clear.

Actually at this point I'm so pissed I'm more inclined to go and get her back myself no matter what the fallout is.

Frankly fuck the fallout.

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For the next few hours we continue to sit and listen to everything Hugh and Stas have planned together including a plan for if she was to have to go with Volkov today. 

I have to give it to them form what Hugh has told us it seems they've thought about absolutely everything, but despite that it doesn't make me feel any better about any of this. I don't want Stas anywhere near the guy let alone living with him without having any contact with us, whilst also plotting against him. 

If he figures her out, I don't even want to think about what that could mean for her. 

The danger that she could be in without us there to keep her safe. 

We're literally battling back and forth about that exact thing when Cian walks through the door. His helmet still on from where he's been on his bike. 

None of us have been able to get hold of him, he's ignored all our calls and practically just disappeared straight after Blake told us what happened. We haven't even been able to tell him that it was all planned. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" Hugh practically roars at him. 

"I broke into Stas' office to leave her some things" Cian grumbles as he removes his helmet.

"That's what we've been trying to call you about it's not exactly how it seems" Hugh explains completely bypassing the part about him breaking into Stas' office which I feel needs more details. 

"Yeah I already know" he grumbles his expression void of any emotion.

Making him harder to read than normal. Which is quite a feet for him.

"She told you?" I ask my tone a little harsh at the thought that she told him and not me.

I don't think I've ever felt any jealously with my twin, especially when it comes to Stas but right here in this moment, there's no doubt that's exactly how I'm feeling.

"No" he says shaking his head and sinks down onto the couch next to me "I knew the moment Blake explained what happened" he then adds with a shrug causing me and my brothers to gape at him.

All of us clearly confused.

Realising we're all staring at him completely dumbfounded he elaborates.

"Even if she had run off with him she wouldn't be able to stand there and watch any of us get hurt so the fact she did told me that she forced herself to" he explains and I have to give it to my twin, no matter the circumstances he's always been the one to think the best of Stas.

He has this undoubtable view of her that in truth the rest of us have struggled with individually at times.

But not Cian.

He seems to have this faith and trust in her that in truth we all should have.

Just like with when we found out the truth about Natalia I find myself kicking myself for being such a prick for not having faith in her yet again.

The sound of Hugh's phone draws in all of our attention. Pulling it out of his pocket he reads over whatever the message is and a smirk tugs at his lips. 

"See I told you she can do this" he says his smirk growing even more. "They're staying at the Thorne Court, which means we'll be able to get to her when we need to" he says and if he continues to smirk like that anymore I'm going to put my fist straight through his fucking face. 

Smug bastard. 

Whilst Blake and him turn to discussing everything again I turn my attention to my twin. 

"What stuff did you take her?" I ask him quietly. 

"Her oodie and that hoodie of yours she likes to wear" he explains and I nod along knowing she'll appreciate that "I also took them horrendous cow socks, you know the ones with the hole in the toe she refuses to throw out" he then scoffs. 

"Yeah I know the ones" I say chuckling a little. 

"She'll be back with us soon bro" he says his tone sound so certain, again having no doubts about her ability. 

"I really hope so" I mumble my thoughts trailing off.