"Luc? Who is that?"
The sound of Jen’s voice had me offering, "I hear more congratulations are in order."
"That had better not be a fucking threat, O’Donnelly."
"How quickly I went from Aidan to O’Donnelly," I mocked. "I want to speak with your brother."
"Is that Aidan?" Jen snapped in the background. "Tell him to fuck off. Some of us have a baby who doesn’t sleep to deal with."
I didn’t bother rolling my eyes.
Was it any fucking wonder she was friends with Savannah?
Both of them had bigger balls than Cain MacMurray.
"He isn’t directly selling the drug to anyone," Luciu repeated, ignoring his wife.
"You know this for sure?"
"I do."
"Then what happened? Why is my man saying that your brother sold him the stash?"
"He’s a fucking liar. Stan is more interested in the creation of the drug than the selling of it."
"That’s your domain?"
"Partly," he answered. "And I can tell you now that my dealers know not to distribute on territory other than our own.
"We struck up the deal together, Aidan. I have no intention of rupturing our alliance over a couple million dollars."
My lips pursed as I shot my brothers a look.
It was obvious that, like me, they believed him.
"So what happened?"
"I don’t know, but it isn’t my problem if my product landed in one of your men’s bloodstreams. It’s something forhimto justify. Not me."
"I don’t disagree," I stated calmly. "But I needed confirmation."
Luciu grunted, then before either of us could cut the call, Jen was on the line. "Aidan, are you and Savannah still coming over for brunch this weekend?"
I rubbed my brow. "I didn’t realize we were."
She snorted. "She must have been intending on shanghaiing you into it."
"Congrats, Jen. Luciu," Finn murmured.
"Grazii," Luciu intoned, but he still sounded like he had a stick shoved up his ass.
"Aoife squealed?" Jen was complaining. "Goddammit. Aidan, don’t say a word to Savvie about the baby, okay? She’ll get jealous that I told Aoife first."
"I won’t say anything. See you on Sunday."
"Saturday," she corrected.
"Whenever."