FeckingLeith. The good guy whose computer whiz brain got us into this shite. The Romans also had not done much retaliating. Their first attempt was a warning. When Da visited them, we learned how my bràthair’s antics had derailed us. Our relationship with the Romans has been restored. But lads like Ewan will view our alignment as an affront to him.
The old man nods, and I sit down across from him in his office.
“Ye done worrying, Da?”
“Ye’re my son, Brody. Reevaluate how ye address me.”
I square my shoulders. “I’ve said my piece. I had to be there for my bràthair. Camdyn too. Leith needed us. Now, I’m sitting across from ye, Da, asking for ye to understand. My loyalty has never left the clan way. I had to help Leith.”
He cuts a hand through the air. “From the beginning, I understood yer stance. I’ll not say ye took the appropriate steps,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “but we look like mice to the McFarlands. I’ve scheduled a meeting with Ewan for the morning.”
Mam told me. I steep my fingers together. “Alright, tonight, we attend Leith and Chevelle’s dinner. Tomorrow, I’ll be at yer side when ye explain Erika’s situation to Ewan. Aye?”
“I’d nae doubt that ye would. Only ever doubted my laddies once.”
“Yeah,” I groan, as he mentions the day the Romans attacked us—a mercy attack—seeing how Erika was the only one hurt. Now, it seems all is right again. But Ewan’s the last man out.
I step out of the office and hear a clicking sound. Camdyn’s leaning against the wall, rolling a blunt.
“I’ve gotta lift a car tonight, bro. I need my chill.” He gestures to the weed.
“Do ya need it?”
“Bro, you never question my habits. Except for the other day. Asking me about school. I noticed these inquiries have occurred since the arrival of ass and titties. Did you fuck?” A cynical smile accompanies the bampot’s question.
I roll my eyes. That is answer enough for him. “Mam hear ya talk like that?”
“No. I’m Prince Charming. That’s what Camdyn means in English, by the way.” He winks and laughs.
“That’s funny, eh?”
“You didn’t think so? Well, I thought it was about as funny as your attempts with Justice. I had her stuttering while saying hello. Bro, you know my success with older women, right?”
My fist powers straight toward his stomach. Instead of slaughtering my target, I miss as Camdyn blocks. My knuckles land against his forearm. I lift my other hand and wrap it around his neck. The wee arsehole brings his forehead forward. I snap my head to the left—saving my nose from having to be reset.
“Ye’re getting good,” I tell him, hand anchored on his neck tighter.
“Be glad you’re fam, Brody.”
“Wit the feck, American?” My grip on Camdyn’s throat tightens. “Last I recall, I’m the one got ye pinned?”
Through clenched teeth, he says, “So, you think.” The wee motherfecker winks again.
I pat the top of his head and let him go. “Ye’re a weird one, ya know?”
“No. I’m all about the mind fuck.”