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“So? I’m not a dumbass,” I retorted. “I can pick up a fucking language book and learn it.”
He squinted at me then rumbled something in Russian.
“I’m not fluent, and you’re a fucking show off as well as atsatsa.” A bighead.
He shoved me in the side. “Why didn’t you come to me? I’d have taught you.”
A man could get a complex around baby brothers like mine.
Conor was a genius. Computers, code, languages, the fucker could do it all.
Declan had it too, just in a different way. He was good at art, which was akin to admitting to being a nonce in our household, and had a gift he’d never been allowed to develop.
Then there was Eoghan. The sleeper. He had an eidetic memory, so that meant being around him was like living with an encyclopedia sometimes because he knew a lot of random shit.
Even Aidan Jr. had been granted a gift.
He had this ability to render men mute when he gave a speech.
It happened rarely, but when Da finally died and gave us some peace and quiet, the inner general in my eldest brother would stir to life.
He was going to make a fucking awesome leader.
As for myself, I was probably the dunce of the family.
Hence the complex.
What use was I other than as my father’s and, eventually, my brother’s muscle?
I pursed my lips at the thought then replied to Conor; “I’d prefer to be taught by Master Splinter than you.”
“What do theTeenage Mutant Ninja Turtleshave to do with anything?”
“A lot,” I grumbled.
“I should be offended.”
“No, you should be grateful. If you taught me, I’d have to stab you every time you fucked me off.”
“You’d never stab me,” was his confident retort.
“Says who?” I drawled.
Conor sniffed. “You wouldn’t stab me. You lurrve me.”
I rolled my eyes before I stunned the hell out of him by grabbing him in a headlock, shoving his head down, and giving him a noogie. “Who says I lurrve you?”
“Uncle Brennan?”
I paused in the act of giving the noogie, well aware that I’d been caught red handed as I turned to find my nephew Shay watching us, his head tipped down as he stared at Conor and me.
“Yeah, big guy?” I slapped my hand over Kid's hair to straighten it out some, unsurprised when he shoved me away with a glower.
“Why are you giving Uncle Conor a noogie?”
“Because he deserved it?” I arched a brow at him. “Did you need something?”
“No. Just thought I’d save you from Grandma. She’s looking for you.”
