Page 211 of Filthy Feck


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“That’s the standard treatment?”

“Yup.”

“And you won’t accept the standard treatment?”

“Nope.”

I blew out a breath. “Did your da think wanting to draw was contagious or something?”

“Who knew how Da’s brain worked? Anyway, Ma would chide him for this stuff, but I think she was worried too. Not for the same reasons, but because it’d have been harder for Declan to find a path in the Points…”

“Homophobic asswipes.”

“It’s a breeding ground of toxic masculinity,” he mumbled. “What else did you expect?”

Knowing my defiance shone through, I declared, “I don’t care if Katina is gay.”

“Good. You shouldn’t care. Who the fuck cares so long as she’s happy and loved?”

That encouraged me to tip more of my weight onto him as a silent reward. Not that I’d been testing him, but maybe I’d have found some potatoes and thrown them at him too if he’d come out with any of that bullshit—

Oh.

“She hit him with potatoes to get him to back down? That’s where you’re going with this, aren’t you?”

His chuckle was low. “Yeah. He was going to the front door and about to head to the school when, out of nowhere,boom, straight in the shoulder. One on the head. He twisted around and she got him in the nuts. Got a couple more licks in too before he tackled the potatoes out of her reach.”

“You saw all this?”

“Was sitting on the stairs listening to them argue.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “This was after the priest. I used to listen to the arguments to make sure they weren’t talking about me.”

That made me deflate. “Oh, Conor, you did nothing wrong.”

A shaky breath escaped him. “I know. Now. Back then, not so much. Plus, Aidan and Finn had killed him and I’d drawn my godfather into this, so I was terrified they were going to get arrested… Good times,” he finished weakly.

Letting my arms tighten around him, I whispered, “Did it stop him from going to the school?”

“Yes. It also led to shit I didn’t want to see,” he complained, but he sounded more like his normal self, thank God.

It made me tease him, “I think your da was an asshole but he was a silver fox. You’ll be hot as fuck when you’re his age.”

“You going to stick around to see me mature like a fine wine?”

My lips curved. “You going to stick around to watch my tits sag?”

“I’ll hold them up so gravity can’t attack them,” he vowed.

“That’s dedication.”

“I’m a dedicated man,” he quipped.

I cupped his cheek. “I know that already.” He tipped his head down and rubbed his nose against mine. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Conor.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

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