Thirty-Two
Brennan
I yawnedas I climbed out of the Maybach and headed into my building at The Hole. My breath frosted in front of me, which told me that if it was this cold this Fall, then winter was going to be a fucker.
I was too young to be a snowbird, but sweet fuck, I was getting sick of the winters here.
Grumbling under my breath, I headed inside, found Tink itemizing his stock, and yelled, “Morning, bro.”
He twisted around to look at me, two bags of coke in his hands, and nodded. “Morning, Bren. You can take the catalogues now. We’ve picked our coins.”
My eyes lit up. “Oh, good.” I rubbed my hands together in delight at being able to take those bad boys home with me.
Striding into the warehouse, I asked, “Everything okay? Good weekend?”
Tink snorted. “There ain’t no good weekends when you’ve got kids, Bren. Remember that before you get Camille in the family way.”
“You’re the one who wanted to be a young dad,” I teased.
“Yeah, well, if I could turn back time and keep them all seven, I would. Noisy little fuckers. I thought they were bad then, but Jesus, they’re worse now. This fucking TikTok shit’s driving me insane. They keep jumping up and doing all these weird dances. Ashleigh asked me to film one.” He shook his head. “My eyes almost popped out my fucking head. She only starts twerking in front of me.In front of me, Bren.”
I smirked at him. “Nipped that in the bud, I hope?”
“Bet your ass I did. She’s bitching at me now because she wants to be a TikTok star. Some of those fuckers are on millions.” He grumbled, “We’re in the wrong job.”
“Either that or we should start filming our work. That’d get views,” I joked.
“And our asses in the pokey.” He grunted. “Fucking twerking. Never thought I’d see the day when I had to watch my baby girl grinding in front of me.”
Cringing, I muttered, “Didn’t she think it was weird?”
“She was more concerned about the views.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, life lesson. Only have kids if they’ll stay seven forever.”
My lips twitched as I hefted the collection into my greedy paws, telling him, “I’ll remember that, Tink.”
“Do.”
He waved me off, going back to the solace of his eternal counting, and I headed on out and up to my office.
When I made it there, I heard a few mutters behind the door and only my brothers or my da would have the audacity to go in there without me in it. Praying it was my brothers though, because I wasn’t in the mood for my prick of a father who’d be ‘holier than thou’ with me about Camille, I nudged the door open with my foot and came face to face with them all.
Every single one of the feckers.
Heaving a sigh, I muttered, “Should have known you’d be in here today. Was hoping you’d leave me in peace.”
“You think you can get married without any of your brothers there and we won’t be pissed?” Aidan grumbled.
“Didn’t think you were on planet Earth, Aid,” I snapped, “so wasn’t sure if you were open to invitations.”
He glared at me, but Finn placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bren, watch it, bro.”
I barged past him and dumped the catalogues on the desk.
“What have you got there?” Declan asked, wandering over from the window where he’d been standing to look at the folder. He was a collector like me so his interest was more than just piqued.
“Coins. Little gift from the Yakuza.” I rubbed my hands together. “They say ‘thank you’ in the nicest ways.”
“What did you do for them?”