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“Leave things alone, Eoghan,” Da sniped.
“They’re dangerous.”
“You think I don’t know that? Been managing those assholes all my life. Just let it be.”
“Isn’t that a song?”
I snickered at Conor. “That’s ‘Let It Be.’”
“That’s right. John Lennon.”
As he hummed the melody, Eoghan scratched his jaw, but I could tell he was mad at the conversation derailing even if he was going to let the topic drop. “Are you doing anything special for Orthodox Easter?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Camille didn’t mention anything. Has Inessa talked about it?”
“Orthodox Easter,” Da griped, his dismissal and disapproval clear.
“You married us into the Russians, Da,” Eoghan stated calmly. “That comes with consequences. What do you want them to do? Wear green for the rest of their lives?”
Da’s shoulders hunched, slurring, “Green would suit them.”
Was he drunk already?
“So does red,” I said softly, earning myself a glare. “Are you feeling okay, Da?”
He sniffed. “I’m fine.”
“Ma told me you fell down the stairs last week,” Conor remarked, his focus on his phone.
“She’s exaggerating.”
“If you say so,” was Conor’s retort, but it was clear that he didn’t believe Da.
I couldn’t say that I blamed him.
Something was definitely going on with him, but what were we supposed to do? Torture the answers out of him?
The phone on the desk rang, and Da straightened up, slurring, “That’ll be your ma.”
“You drunk?” Junior demanded. “How many have you had this morning?”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine,” Declan agreed, but he shuffled over to him and helped him straighten up. “Come on, you old bastard. Let’s sober you up with some of Ma’s roasted chicken.”
As they hobbled out of the room, Junior turned to me and demanded, “You need to talk with Ma. Get her to make him see a doctor.”
“He’ll do what he wants to do. Ma can’t make him do jack,” I argued.
He glowered at me. “Just fucking do it, Bren.”
“Yes, boss,” I muttered under my breath.
How much fucking longer until I could get my ass out of here?
As Junior followed Da and Declan, Conor murmured, “Don’t worry too much, Eoghan. I’ve got things under control.”
Eoghan frowned. “The ECD? There’s no controlling them.”
