Page 100 of Filthy Truth


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“Shut up,” Vana rasped.

“I saw plenty on those tour buses.” I whistled under my breath. “Wild times.”

“What kind of wild times?”

“Shut up,” Vana hissed at me this time when she saw I was going to answer Aidan’s question.

Her hand clapped over my mouth as I studied the brothers who either made a habit of joining their spouses in the kitchen or who were coming to watch me and Lena meet.

“It’s a rumor, but they say noxxed up was inspired by the parties on the tour buses during the late nineties,” Conor drawled.

“Is that an album?” Inessa asked him, and he immediately groaned.

“I need to do something about your music education, Inessa, but yes. It’s one of their most renowned albums.”

“Triple platinum before the year was out,” I agreed. “Only God knows what it is now, and it is a rumor, but it’s definitely true.”

Brennan cleared his throat. “I’m not as big a fan as Conor but I remember that one song, ‘Disgusted’? It was about someone doing coke…”

I cut Lena a look and hid a smirk. “They used to pour it down the groupies’ ass cracks and they’d either lick it up or sniff it up.”

Inessa eeeewed while everyone else chuckled. Apart from Lena who’d gone beet red.

“Where is everyone?”

“In here, Paddy,” Aidan called out.

Ah, the prodigal brother returned.

He was, I saw, a diluted Aidan Sr. and I didn’t mean that as an insult either.

Though plump around the middle, his suit worked wonders for hiding it. He was clean-shaven, a little sparse on top, but his eyes were kind and his smile was genuine as he bustled inside the massive kitchen.

“What’s everyone doing in here?” he questioned as Savannah hissed at me:

"I'll get you back for that."

I just drank my water.

“We’re watching the showdown—”

Aidan butted in before Eoghan could finish that sentence, “We thought we’d hang out here while Ma and Star were introduced.”

Paddy’s eyes widened but he peered around the room on the hunt for me. When he found the only person in the room he didn’t know, he beamed a grin at me and held out his hand as he crossed the space to reach my side.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Star.”

“The pleasure’s mine,” I chirped. “Any man who can clean up a crime scene in a church is my kind of guy.”

“Star,” Conor groaned.

“What? It’s true! How you deal with a crisis says a lot about a person.” My grip was strong as I shook his hand. “I’m hoping you—”

Before I could finish that sentence, Paddy blurted out, “Conor, did Aidan tell you I need to speak with you?”

Well, that was fucking rude.

Conor sighed. “He did.”

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