Beers, Lies and Alibis (Warblers Point Series Book 2) (13 page)

Fiona got up and placed a kiss on her dad’s forehead right before she rested her own forehead on his.
 

“I love you so much, Da. Please come back to us. I need you to come back, Da. I know this isn’t it for you; you’re too much of a stubborn Irishman to go out like this. Fight it, Da. Please fight to come back to us. You’re our rock…you’re everything to me.”

***

To my Dearest Blaire,
 

You never really know how much someone means to you until they are ripped away from you and there is nothing you can do about it. I’m sure Booker informed you about our dad. I’m not writing you this letter to gain sympathy, I’m writing you to tell you how short life is. I thought my dad was going to be around forever, never did I think he would be taken away from me so quickly. There is a chance that he won’t come back to us and the mere thought of that brings me to my knees. There are so many things I still want to do with him, see with him. I’m not ready to say goodbye, which brings me to you.
 

I’m not ready to say goodbye to you, Blaire. You mean the world to me and now that you are no longer in my life, it’s hard to breathe, hard to function, hard to go through my day knowing that I’m the reason you are no longer with me.
 

You are my heart and soul Blaire. You are my forever. I love you.
 

-Finn

Chapter 7

“We need a plan of action,” Finn said, as he poured pints of beer for his siblings.
 

After Fiona was done talking to their dad, they left their mom in the room with him and went back to the pub to talk in private where they could discuss what the hell they were going to do. There were only so many O’Learys and running two businesses while both their parents were out of commission was going to be difficult. They couldn’t afford to shut down both businesses. The Sleeping Potato would have to shut down for a week or two while they did some renovations, but they didn’t have a choice in the matter. They couldn’t have guests trying to sleep when they were doing construction on the back cabins.
 

“I can run the Sleeping Potato while Ma and Da are out,” Fiona suggested.
 

“That’s sweet baby girl, but I think we’re going to have to cancel the reservations they have. No one is going to want to stay there while construction is going on.”

“Oh, I didn’t think about that,” Fiona said, while lowering her head.
 

“Well, Finn, Bradon and I can start rebuilding the cabin during the day and then work the pub at night,” Liam suggested.
 

“Dude, do you think we’re he-men? That shit’s going to get tired, real quick,” Bradon said, while popping some of the pub nuts in his mouth.
 

All three of his siblings eyed him as he shrugged his shoulders. “What?”

“Your da is in the hospital fighting for his life and all you can think about is being tired? You are all kinds of dickhead,” Finn said, while shaking his head in disgust.
 

“Fuck you, Finn. I’m just saying, if we’re going to do this, then I want to do it right. I don’t want us falling asleep on the job while we’re rebuilding. We need to be on top of our game so something like faulty wiring doesn’t take down the whole place again. If we’re working close to eighteen-hour days, there is no way we’ll be able to focus.”

“Then how do you suggest we fix the problem? We can’t have Fiona and occasionally Tipper work the pub by themselves. That is unrealistic,” Finn countered.
 

“Rafferty,” Bradon said, matter of factly.
 

“Our cousin, Rafferty?” Fiona asked in confusion.
 

“Yes, I talked to him earlier and he is coming to the states for some American pussy,” Bradon held up his hands as he defended himself. “His words, not mine. I figured we can offer him a place to stay here, some good food…good pussy and he can help us out in exchange.”

“Jesus,” Fiona muttered.

“Might not be a bad idea, baby girl,” Finn said.
 

“Are you kidding me right now? Do you remember the last time Raff was here? He was the horniest little guy I’ve ever seen. He pinched the asses of all the girls at The Sleeping Potato.”

All three O’Leary boys threw their heads back and laughed while they remembered the chart Raff made for himself of all the women who were staying at The Sleeping Potato while he was visiting. He gave himself a star every time he pinched a new ass. It was actually impressive that he was even able to get in a good pinch on the elderly ladies.
 

“His thumb and index finger saw a lot of ass that stay,” Bradon laughed, as he brought his pint glass to his mouth.
 

“No, absolutely not. We are not bringing him here,” Fiona said, while crossing her arms.
 

“Oh come on, he’s grown up since then. He’s no longer a pimply-faced kid with raging hormones propelling him to Irish tickle every ass that walks by him,” Bradon replied.

“We need him,” Liam said solemnly.
 

“Easy for you to say, he won’t be helping you at The Sleeping Potato with the rebuilds.”

“Come on, Fiona,” said Finn. “If the kid knew what a hammer was we would have him with us, but you know that’s not the case. The man knows his brew better than any of us and, even when he was an annoying little ass-pinching puke, he still knew how to fry up some good fish and chips.”

“Fineeeeeee,” Fiona dragged out.
 

“Bradon, you give him a call since you’re the one who’s been in contact with him,” Finn ordered.
 

“Fineeeeeee,” Bradon mimicked, causing Fiona to flip him off.
 

Raff was going to be a huge help in the pub. Just the mere thought of Raff coming into Warblers Point to help was a huge weight lifted off of Finn’s shoulders, especially since he knew Liam wouldn’t be able to help out as much, since he was having some serious problems with Neala.
 

“Hey, where’s the Sheila?” Liam asked, just clueing in on the fact that Booker wasn’t around.

“Not here,” Fiona replied.
 

“No shit, why not?”

Fiona shrugged her shoulders. “He had work.”

“He had work? Really? He’s not here because he had work?” Liam continued.
 

“Drop it, Liam,” Fiona said, through gritted teeth. “I’m going upstairs to get some sleep. Please tell me there are clean sheets up there,” Fiona glared at Bradon.
 

“What did I do?” he asked.
 

“Don’t bullshit me. I know ever since I’ve been in California, you’ve been using my apartment as your little fuck nest.”

Bradon tipped his beer at her. “It’s been one fine fuck nest too. Thanks sis.”

“You’re such a pig.”

“Clean sheets are in the closest,” Bradon called after her as she walked up to her apartment.
 

Once she was clearly out of earshot, Finn turned to his brothers who were looking like shit. He could only imagine if pretty-boy Bradon was looking bad, what he must look like. He decided to keep his back toward the bar mirrors that lined the walls where the hard liquor was kept.
 

“She doesn’t look good,” Finn said.
 

“Do any of us?” Liam replied. “Aren’t we a sorry bunch of assholes? Da’s in the hospital, half of The Sleeping Potato is burnt to a crisp, Ma is about to faint any second, Fiona is obviously not happy with her life, Neala is on some sort of ‘retreat’ and you two dickheads can’t keep a relationship longer than it takes me to clip my big toenail,” Liam swigged his beer once he finished.
 

“Glad to see you’re staying upbeat,” Finn joked.
 

“Well shit, can we have anything else happen to us?” Liam asked, while rubbing his hands over his eyes. “I just want everything to go back to normal. I want my wife back, I want my da out of the hospital, I want you idiots to be happy, for some unknown reason, and I want things to even out. I’m sick of the gossip in this town, the rumors and, for fuck’s sake…the bad luck.”

“We all are Liam,” Finn responded.
 

“Whatever. I’m out of here. I’m going to the hospital tomorrow morning. Can one of you make sure to bring Ma some clothes and something to eat?”

Finn and Bradon nodded their heads as they watched Liam walk out of the pub with his head hung low. Yes, Fiona might be going through a rough patch with the Sheila, but Liam definitely had it worse. He was fighting for his family, for his wife and daughter and fighting off the rumors of him and Sophie Michaels together that started months ago, thanks to Neala.
 

The scene earlier with Sophie stemmed from those rumors. Liam didn’t need her butting into their business when he was trying to separate himself from her. It was a dickhead move to yell at her in front of everyone, but then again, all their emotions were running at an all-time high, so Finn didn’t blame him. He just hoped Sophie understood the situation. They had all been friends at one point and, no matter how irritated they were with each other, they still had some good times and they shouldn’t have treated her with such disrespect in front of the hospital staff. Finn reminded himself to send a note over to say sorry.
 

“You got a girl lined up for tonight?” Finn asked Bradon, trying to drop all thoughts of the Sophie mess out of his mind.
 

“Nah, not tonight. I feel kind of wrong boning when Da is lying in the hospital.”

Finn choked on his beer. Bradon patted him on the back as Finn wiped the beer splatter that was on his face.
 

“Jesus, I think that was the most sensitive thing you’ve ever said. Never thought I would see the day when you kept your dick in your pants for someone else.”
 

Bradon laughed. “Well, have to have some kind of morals, you know.”

“At least I know if one of us is in the hospital, we can count on the fact that no accidental Bradon babies will be made.”

“You got that all wrong,” Bradon said, while topping off another beer for himself. “If it was your lifeless body in that bed, you can bet your ass I would be fucking a girl doggy-style on your bed as we watched over you.”

“There is something seriously wrong with you, you know that?”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

***

Surprisingly, Fiona’s apartment was clean. Either Bradon didn’t use her apartment as much as she thought he did or he was actually kind of a neat freak, which was hard to believe. She walked over to the fridge and grabbed herself a bottle of water as she soaked in her old surroundings. It was a cute little apartment; it was no beach house, but it felt safe and familiar.
 

Familiar…that was a feeling she had been missing out on a lot lately, being so far away from her family. She never thought she would be one to be so glued to her family, especially since most of the time they annoyed the ever-living-shit out of her, but she missed them…a lot.
 

She knew Booker wanted to buy a house in Warblers Point, but that was a couple of months ago. They hadn’t even begun looking yet and that frightened her because it seemed like there was no end to their life in California in sight. If they actually had a house in Warblers Point, maybe she would feel more secure in her relationship with Booker, but right now, it just seemed like he took her away from her family, holed her up in a beach house along the Pacific Ocean and kept her there for his pleasure when he was around. That was an extreme thought, but unfortunately it was how she felt.
 

Not wanting to chance anything, Fiona grabbed some sheets from her linen closet and opened the door to her bedroom. At that instant, she wished she was staying in a hotel.
 

Looking around her bedroom, she saw a sex swing attached to her ceiling, condom wrappers everywhere, silk scarves attached to every single handle in her bedroom and more lubes then she even knew existed.
 

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, as she quickly shut her door and headed for the sofa. It seemed less…touched.
 

She set the sheets on the sofa and pulled out her phone to text Bradon.
 

Fiona: You are seriously disturbed.

Not even a second later, Bradon texted her back.
 

Bradon: Ahhhhhh hahahaha. Thanks for the fuck nest!

Fiona was about to text back when her phone started ringing. Without looking at the screen, she answered.
 

“Do Ma and Da know you turned my bedroom into a sex-infested dungeon?”

There was a slight chuckle on the other line and Fiona instantly knew it wasn’t her brother.
 

“Did Bradon me boy make a mess of ya bedroom, lass?” asked the charismatic voice of Murphy Ryan.