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I hummed. “So long as we start the expansion soon, she can be as difficult as she wants.” To my younger brother, I informed, “Declan, you’d have to be the one who approaches Maloney.”
“Me?!” He groaned. “I hate fucking soccer.”
“We all do,” Brennan pointed out.
“I hate it more than most. Can’t we buy out a ballet company or something?”
“So we can look more elite than our bank balances allow?” I arched a brow at him. “Sports unite, Dec. Ballet doesn’t.”
“He’s right, Dec,” Finn stated.
“He is,” Brennan agreed.
When Aidan and Eoghan nodded, he grumbled, “Fine. But if I have to suffer, one of you can too. I’m not doing this shit alone.”
“Need us to hold your hand, Dec?” Eoghan mocked. “I’ll suffer with you. I don’t hate it as much as you fuckers.”
“I hate the sport, but I’ll come with. Wouldn't be a bad thing to get friendly with Maloney. His fiancée's father owns Puritan Oats. Ya know, what our nation was founded on.”
Brennan whistled. "Those and Cornflakes."
“Okay, so while the youngest are keeping out of trouble,” Aidan mocked, “we focus on…?”
“We need to make strategic purchases of players. Nothing major at first, a slow build. But we need to make an impact over the next two seasons. Splash our names about. While that’s happening, Aidan, I’ve got a connection I need you to... encourage.”
“Who?”
“Star’s grandfather. Anton Kuznetsov.”
“The head of the United Brotherhood?” Eoghan queried.
“More secret society bullshit,” Brennan complained.
“Not bullshit,” I corrected. “More like useful. Have you seen what that Interpol department he built has accomplished since its inauguration?”
I tossed a newspaper at him, one whose headline declared:
Interpol confirms two dozen arrests of previously unknown Sparrow agents via DGSI, Scotland Yard, and Guardia Civil.
He sniffed as he read it, but I ignored him to continue, “Plus, he’s a kingmaker. We want to think that we are, but we’re not where the legitimate side of things comes into play. He is.
"Aidan, you get on his side, and he can lay the path for Shay.”
“Does Shay know what we’re doing for him?” Eoghan demanded. “You were joking earlier, but he could knock up a girl and ruin everything we’re working toward. Is he on board? Shouldn’t we talk to him before we go further down this path?
“The soccer route is smart. Match-fixing and gambling—they’re all great revenue streams. But getting involved with the Union is heavy shit. We don’t want to owe them dick if we’re going to fall through—”
“He’s right. We’ll come early on Saturday, Finn. We’ll talk to him before we eat,” Aidan instructed.
“That’ll work wonders for our digestion,” Declan muttered. “I’m not even sure if I want this for him. It’s a lot of pressure.”
“It’s what he wanted.”
“When I was his age, I wanted to be a fucking artist,” Declan sniped at Aidan. “We change our minds more than we change our underpants as teenagers.”
“Shay’s less like you and more like me,” I remarked. “I knew what I wanted when I was thirteen and I went for it.”
“What did you want?” Brennan asked.
