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Chapter Five.

JIMMY CASSIDY

Allie had hit me square in the jaw, and it damn well hurt. I opened my front door, swearing under my breath as I was greeted by a freezing cold house. I heard the thumping of someone coming down the stairs. Danny. And he was steaming mad. Damn... I was fucked.

“Ye think it’s funny goin’ out without tellin’ us where ye’ve been, eh?” Danny barked. I didn’t even realise he knew I was gone... “I expected ye back here last night and ye didn’t even come through the fuckin’ door!”

“I’m twenty six,” I growled at him. “I can take care of meself.”

“HA! That’s fuckin’ hilarious! Ye couldn’t take care of a God damn goldfish!” Danny snarled, savagely. Alright, I admit. I was an intimidating guy, but Danny was plain scary. “Frankie’s hungover – been drinkin’.”

“Asshole,” I grumbled. “Where is he?”

“In his room,” Danny said, crossing his arms. “Yer a sack of shit, Jimmy. Where’ve ye been?”

My scowl faded into a smirk. Danny raised an eyebrow. “With a girl.”

“What age was she?”

“Dunno,” I lied. Danny was the protective of all of us. He was more like my mother than my older brother. He made sure Frankie went to school, not me, althought I drove him there. He made sure than he dealed the big drugs, and I was left with more minor dealings, like weed. He dealed the H and the coke mostly. He made sure nothing happened to us, putting us before himself. I admired Danny for that.

“Well, ye best call her and apologize,” Danny barked. Another thing – Danny respects women. A lot. He doesn’t believe in one night stands unless you’re gonna carry on in a relationship with the girl. “She probably feels used as fuck.”

Funny how he always seemed to know things like that. “Nah, I’m sure she’s fine,” I shrugged. “She enjoyed it last night.” I grinned wickedly as the memory of last night flooded back into my memory. Danny rolled his eyes.

“Ye think yer a fuckin’ Greek god when it comes to fuckin’ girls, don’t ye?” he sneered. “Yer probably as average as the common business man.”

“Yer forgettin’ that I ain’t no business man,” I smirked. “Not like yer much better.” To be honest, I was actually very uncomfortable talking about sex with Danny. Reason being is that, when I was twenty, I had a disturbing dream about sex with Danny... I woke up drenched in sweat, shaking in fear and as hard as a rock.

He had to bring it up, didn’t he? “Ye would know,” he smirked back at me. I shuddered violently as the memory of the dream tainted my mind once more. “Now go. Tell Frankie what a dick he’s been fer drinkin’.”

I walked into me and Frankie’s room, where Frankie lay sprawled across the bed. Frankie looked up at me and groaned. “If yer here t’ lecture me, leave now.”

“It’s only eight,” I told him, “Ye’ve got time t’ get yer sorry ass int’ school t’day.”

Frankie bolted up – mistake. I winced myself as he groaned in pain, holding his head in his hands. “I ain’t goin’ t’ no school t’day.”

“Yeh. Ye are. It’s what ye get fer bein’ so stupid,” I said to him, sternly. He mad no parents to be stern with him. Basically, it ran like this; Frankie was the child. I was stern with Frankie. And Danny was stern with me. And it was up to me and Frankie to keep Danny grounded.

Frankie looked up at me – a face of pure pity. I tilted my head, waiting. “Well? Ye gonna sit there an’ give me the puppy eyes, are do I have t’ drag ye?”