Beers, Hens, and Irishmen (Warbler's Point Series) (37 page)

“I just called da, he is going to let m
a know.”

Fiona looked at Bradon in shock. “Why the hell did you tell them?”

“They kind of need to know.”

“That’s none of their business. I hate that I even had to tell you three. And don’t forget you all promised you wouldn’t do anything about it and I swear if you try to hurt him I will make sure every woman you ever try to take home finds out you have some kind of dick disease.”

“Real mature.” Bradon muttered.

“You’re just nervous because you know
it’s true with you.” Liam said to Bradon.

“I don’t have a dick disease!” Bradon protested “I always wrap my little man up. He is important to me, got to keep him clean.”

“You both are disgusting.” Fiona said.

Finn sat in the corner away from everyone, he looked like he was going to ram his fist through a wall. She knew he wasn’t taking the news very easily since he always prided himself in protecting Fiona but she didn’t think he would be this angry. She was nervous to even speak to him. She wondered maybe if Blaire’s deceit had anything to do with it. If Booker didn’t tell Fiona something about Blaire t
hat could have possibly hurt Blaire’s relationship with Finn, Fiona would be just as mad. Her family stuck together.

Fiona got up from the sofa and started to approach him. “Hey Finn…”

He slammed his hand against the wall and took off for the door. “This is bullshit. I hate this godforsaken town and everyone in it. The only other people we meet are stupid tourists that play around with your heart. I am fucking sick of it.” Finn threw the door open and slammed it shut when he was gone.

“Well, he seems to be in a chipper mood.” Bradon joked. Liam threw a pillow at him, knocking him square in the head.

“Lay off.” Liam said. “He just got his heart broken. Apparently he is just as good as me at hiding his emotions.”

They all chuckled a little knowing Liam had the worst time of hiding his emotions.

“What can we do for you sweetie?” Liam asked.

“Yea, I can go dent his rental or something. Not that it would actually matter, the guy is like what a billionaire?” Bradon asked.

Ugh, was he that rich? Fiona didn’t even want to know. When she knew he was mysteriously rich it didn’t seem like that big of a deal but knowing that he is a famous billionaire changed the game. What she needed right now was to be alone.

“Thanks you guys but I just think I’m going to take a bath.” Her phone rang and she knew who it was so she didn’t answer. “I appreciate your concern though.”

“You know you don’t have to be so tough all the time.” Liam said.

“I’m not, when you leave I will cry my eyes out, believe me. I just don’t want to do it in front of you two idiots.” She tacked on a smile to let them know she was joking.

They both got up and headed toward the door. Bradon gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “Well if you need anything please let us know. I would be more than happy to have Booker’s face meet my fist. I think they would get along quite well.”

Fiona raised her finger and pointed at him. “Stay out of this. You promised.”

Bradon raised his hands in defense. “I know, I know. Don’t be afraid to ring if you need anything. Love you Fiona.”

“Love you too.”

As she shut the door and headed for the bathroom she grabbed her phone that had a voicemail on it. Might as well listen and get it over with.  She typed in her password and ran the bathtub as she listened to the man she fell in love with plead over the phone.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I know you don’t want to hear from me right now but I have to talk to you. It’s important. I’m not going to give up on us. There are some things you need to know and why I handled what happened so terribly. Please call me back. I love you…Please Fiona.”

Fiona tossed her phone on her towel in the bathroom and buried her head in her hands and cried while the tub continued to fill up.

                                                                      ***

Finn sat at the pub’s bar with a shot glass in one hand and Irish whiskey in the other. Across from him he could see what a pathetic mess he was in the mirror’s that lined the bar walls where they had the liquor stored. He looked like a defeated, used up man. He didn’t even recognize himself. His hair was disheveled, his face was covered in way too long stubble from not shaving and his eyes were rimmed with red. Pathetic, he thought as he shook his head and then chased it with another shot.

Not only did he get his heart broken but he allowed some blonde haired douche bag to break his sister’s heart as well. Finn should have realized Booker was the famous director. Finn even called Booker out on his resemblance
the morning they built the fence at The Sleeping Potato. Finn was a fucking fool. If he pulled his head out of his ass for a few seconds instead of worrying about the fact that he hadn’t had a good fuck in a while then he might have been able to figure out the fact that Booker was a lying piece of shit and spare Fiona’s heart.

Finn knew Fiona told him to stay out of her business but like hell
if he was going to ever going to listen to her and the one time he actually lets his guard down when it comes to his sister, she gets hurt. Finn took another shot of whiskey to wash down the painful look Fiona had on her face when she came back from Booker’s. The picture of her in his head, crying, was engrained in his brain. He knew her break up with Booker was way worse than with Steve and there was nothing Finn could do about it.

If Finn had any say in it he would march right on over to Booker’s cabin, beat the living shit out of him and then torch his cabin while Booker was still in it and that would be getting off easy Finn thought.
Lucky bastard.

Finn took ano
ther shot and realized that he couldn’t feel the burn of the liquid anymore, his entire body had gone numb now. His elbows were resting on the bar in front of him and his head was in his hands. He felt like pulling all his hair out but refrained from doing so since he was going to need to hook up with some random woman soon to get the thought of Blaire out of his mind.

Blaire.

What was he going to do about her? He thought about it and knew there was nothing he could do, not only because she wouldn’t even reason with him but all because she was associated with Booker’s lie. He felt betrayed. How could Blaire let Booker hurt Fiona like that? How could she do that to Finn?

He was about to take another shot when his two obnoxious brothers walked through the door of the pub.

“There he is.” Bradon spoke. “Didn’t I tell you he would be drowning his sorrows in a bottle of booze? Typical Finn.”

Liam tossed a twenty at Bradon and said, “Damn, you’re right. I thought he would be over at Blaire’s begging for one last fuck.”

Finn glared at both of them through the mirror against the wall but did nothing. He was not in the mood to be in the company of his brothers, especially if they were going to be annoying as hell.

Bradon and Liam both sat next to him at the bar and grabbed a beer from the co
oler. Bradon leaned over the bar and grabbed a couple of napkins then tossed them at Finn.

“For your tears…pussy.”

Finn swung around on his stool and punched Bradon square in the chest knocking the air out of him. Liam grabbed Finn and held him back. “What the fuck Finn?” Bradon said while rubbing his chest.

“Back the fuck off Bradon or the next one will be in the pretty boy face of yours.”

“Jesus. When did you start getting your period?” Bradon asked while taking a sip of his beer and still rubbing his chest. Finn went to go attack him again but Liam held him back.

“You need to calm the fuck down.” Liam said. “Bradon is not the one you are mad at.”

“If he keeps talking shit then yea, I will be mad at him.”

“He’s just ragging on you like we always do.”

Finn leapt out of his chair and shrugged Liam off. “Would it be too much to ask for you two asshats to have a little bit of compassion? Did I go around pulling on your ass hairs when Neala divorced your pathetic ass? No!”

“
God, that would hurt.” Bradon said while rubbing his butt. “Pulling on ass hairs is not my idea of fun.” Liam chuckled and sipped his beer.

“
Unbelievable.” Finn felt like he was going to have a heart attack from the fury that was raging through his body. The last thing he wanted was to get into another brawl with his brother’s but he was one snarky comment away from attacking the both of them.

Liam patted the bar stool and poured another shot for Finn. “Calm down Finn and just sit down and take another shot.” Finn did as he was told and lost himself in the amber liquid.
“Now tell us why your panties are all twisted.” Liam and Bradon both chuckled. That was all it took.

Finn grabbed the bottle of
whiskey and chucked it against the bar breaking the bottle and a couple of others. Both his brothers backed off their chairs and stared at him in disbelief.

“Holy hell.”
Bradon said. “What the hell Finn?”

“You think this is some kind of joke, don’t you? Well it’s not!” Finn felt out of control and one wrong move from either of his brothers and they were going down. “The girl I thought I loved not only broke my heart but lied to me which led to my sister’s heart breaking.”

“Loved?” Liam asked. “Come on Finn. It was, what, a couple of weeks? That’s hardly love.”

“The fuck it is!” Finn shouted. “I had more love with Blaire than the years you had with Neala. What you had was a joke of a marriage with a crazy ass bitch.” Fin
n knew it was the wrong thing to say but he couldn’t help himself.

“You fuckhead!”
Liam came charging at Finn and tackled him to the ground. Bradon jumped on top of them trying to break them up. Finn felt Liam’s fist connect with his ribs but no pain radiated, thanks to the whiskey he was completely numb.

“Liam, get off him!” Bradon shouted. Finn was able to lift his knee and connect it with Liam’s undercarriage, causing him to cripple
over in pain.

“Fuck!” Liam shouted.

Bradon looked at Finn with anger in his eyes. “You are such a pussy fighter you know that?” Finn got up to go after Bradon but then fell over from the effects of the booze. Bradon tossed some ice at Liam and said, “Finn get the hell out of here. I think you have done enough.”

“You’re kidding right?” Finn slurred. “I’m the one who got his heart broken and could use some brotherly love and you two just sit there and screw with me. What kind of brother’s are you? I thought we were close, I thought we cared about each other.”

“We do, you asshole but stop acting like a drama queen. So you lost a girl, don’t we all? You knew her for a couple of weeks, that doesn’t warrant you to go stomping around here like some cry baby and kicking people in the balls. Liam wants more kids and blows like that is going to hinder his ability.” Liam glared at Bradon for his smartass comment.

“No his craptastic marriage is going to hinder his ability to have more kids.”

Liam sat up on the floor and stared at Liam. “At least I was able to have a marriage unlike you who has been lonely his whole life and most likely will stay that way because of the goddamned mood swings that run through your body. The reason you lost Blaire is because you flipped shit on her. I don’t blame her. She made the right move, leaving sooner than later. She was way too good for you.”

Finn pointed
at both of his brothers. “Fuck you both. I hope you both rot in hell.”

Finn turned on his heel, slightly wavering and headed out the pub door. He didn’t need his brothers, he had other people who would listen to him and understand him.

                                                                      ***

Just what Booker thought, Fiona didn’t answer her phone when he called. He hoped his message got to her a little, he doubted it. She was a strong-willed girl and he knew it was going to take a lot more than a measly voicemail to change her mind. Right now he was just going to have to wait it out.

He went to the kitchen to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when there was a knock at his door. He knew it wasn’t Fiona, there was no way she was going to come back and he knew it wasn’t Blaire. That only meant it was trouble.

Tentatively he opened the door and found Carlin O’Leary on the other side of the door. Slightly relieved that he wasn’t going to get his face blasted off by an Irish fist he opened the door.

“Hello Mr. O’Leary. What can I do for you?” By the look on the man’s face Booker knew what Carlin wanted was an explanation.

“Let me in boy.”

Booker gulped, the man was just about the same height as him and sported a slight beer belly but his bushy grey eyebrows meant business. Carlin helped himself in and took a seat in the single chair facing the sofa. Booker followed suit and sat on the couch.

“I just got off the phone with me son, Bradon. He told me, ya just got done breaking me wee gal’s heart. What have ya say about that?”