Page 99 of Sinful King
“Mr. O’Sullivan,” one of the dock workers called from the open door, eyes wide. “Uh. You might want to see this.”
I got out and went inside, frowning at the strong smell of marijuana that hit me. Finn and Tadhg were both smiling.
“This is a lot of fucking weed,” Finn said, glancing at me with dollar signs in his eyes. “I get it. You didn’t want any of this but we’re here now and I think the muthafucka is solid.”
My frown deepened.
“You never met him.”
“Semantics…” he waved me off. “My big brother ain’t no bitch. If you felt like he was trying to get over, you would’ve killed him right there and dealt with the fallout later.”
“Not only did you hear him out,” Tadhg added, cracking open another crate to see what was inside. “But your wife didn’t feel off about him either. That says a lot.”
I was a second away from telling them both to quit touching shit, but Finn’s phone rang and he smiled after glancing at the screen.
“Moonlight,” he answered, walking past me to step outside. “You never call.”
“All this happiness floating around is making me sick,” Tadhg mumbled, dropping the top he’d open and turning to look at me. “ZiZi asked for a divorce but I ain’t giving her shit.”
I lifted an eyebrow and he sighed, brushing a hand down his face
“I messed up,” he went on, looking everywhere but at me now.
“The fuck does that mean?” I asked, tipping my head. “You cheated?”
He turned slowly, lip curled up like what I said offended him.
“What you take me for?”
I didn’t respond and instead waited for him to elaborate, so I could understand.
Tadhg and ZiZi got married four years ago, been together for about eight. No kids, just the two of them.
“Last year she mentioned wanting to start a family,” he finally said, looking past me at Finn as he entered again. “I don’t want kids. Never have. And now my wife, who I fucking love more than anything, does.”
Finnegan whistled.
“Ain’t that some shit y’all should’ve talked about?” my brother asked before I could. “You know before you got married.”
Tadhg closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I could feel his frustration.
“We talked about a lot, including kids. Her wanting them now is completely out of left field and I said something I didn’t even fucking mean.”
When he started popping open another crate I knew that was the end of our conversation. And it wasn’t shit Finn or me could do, but let him stew in his feelings until he was really ready to talk.
“Leave this,” I said. “I’ll have them move it and we’ll deal with what’s inside tonight.”
They both nodded and left after watching a crew member secure it with one of our personal locks.
“Aye…” I stopped Finn before he could follow behind Tadhg. “What they up to?”
He smirked and I felt his bullshit before he could get started.
“What do I get for sharing information?” he asked, leaning against the side of the ATV. “I’ll give it up for a hundred grand. Send it to Violet though, all my money is hers.”
I took a step toward him and he immediately lifted his hands in mock surrender while laughing.
“Do I look like I’m in the mood, Finnegan?”
