Page 41 of Until Ireland

“You got a sec, Hunter?” I didn’t even bother identifying myself. Within a day of Ireland spending the weekend at my house, all her brothers had my number, and I’d made damn sure I had theirs. I also had zero issues with going behind her back to find out what the hell was going on. I’d deal with any fallout from Ireland later.

“Is it a personal or business question, Mack? Because Ireland is handling the Aston. All questions or issues need to go through her,” he replied.

I liked my balls where they were and therefore already understood the situation. “It’s personal.”

“Hold on,” he said curtly as I tapped my pen on the desk in frustration. The blaring music in the background disappeared, and I suspected Hunter had moved someplace their conversation couldn’t be heard.

At least I hoped so.

“What’s up?”

I didn’t beat around the bush. “What the fuck is going on with your sister?”

There was a beat of silence before Hunter replied blandly, “What do you mean?”

“She left my house this morning like a demon was on her ass, and I didn’t miss the devastated look on her face,” I said gruffly.

“Did you ask her?” Hunter hedged.

“No, Hunter, I didn’t. I just said fuck it, I’ll go behind her back and call you and risk her wrath and possibly gaining a strike or two from her. Of course, I fucking asked her,” I all but growled.

He chuckled. “She still playing that game with you?”

I snorted. She tried to occasionally, but I got her to remove them by keeping her on the precipice of orgasm until she promised to wipe the slate clean. It was something we both enjoyed. Yet, I doubted Hunter would be remotely interested in that tidbit of information.

“Listen, I asked her before she left. She brushed me off and has been sending me pictures all morning of her with the Aston,” I answered, more than a little frustrated. It was an odd combo to be pissed off and aroused at the same time.

Hunter released a hefty sighed before he gave in and relayed to me the events of the morning. “Someone took her bike. I can’t tell you who or when because we heard nothing.” The more he talked, the more my blood pressure rose. “So, when she came home and didn’t see her bike, all hell broke loose.” He grumbled under his breath for a second. “I didn’t think we’d need an alarm on the house or garage. But I’m telling you, Mack, we should have heard the door open. Yet, nothing. Plus, our vehicles were there. Yeah, the bike is worth a good bit of money, but our vehicles are too. This was targeted.”

“Son of a bitch.” Hunter had a point. I couldn’t be sure of the exact monetary value of each of their cars, but together, they had almost three hundred grand sitting behind their house at any given moment. Add in a Triumph, and the value went higher.

“She didn’t tell you any of this?” Hunter asked after explaining what happened.

Clenching my teeth in anger, I took a moment to center myself. “Fuck no.”

“Don’t be too mad at her, Mack. Up until this morning, she’d been telling us it wasn’t a big deal. We all just assumed it was one of our one-night stands gone bad and the harassment would eventually just peter out.”

Hunter’s comment pissed me off. Those boys should have more respect for their sister instead of getting Ireland into messes due to their fuck buddies. If the police found out the incidences were because of some chick the brothers had banged, I planned on beating their asses for putting their sister in this position. Ireland should never have to handle any blowback because her brothers needed to get their dicks wet. For a second, I wondered just how many strikes I’d earn forthatconversation.

“Yeah, if that is the case though, why would they go after Ireland?”

“A one-night stand wouldn’t realize Ireland is our sister,” Hunter stated, his tone filled with traces with regret. “All they’d see is us living with a chick.”

“Maybe you guys should rethink bringing your dates back to the house,” I remarked, calmer than I felt.If what Hunter said was the truth, then moving Ireland into the ranch house should happen sooner rather than later.

“Might not be a bad idea to do just that,” Hunters said.

“Alright, back to the topic at hand. Who have you guys pissed off, recently?”

“Not us. Cobi suggested otherwise this morning. He feels it might be someone with a hard-on for Ireland. It’s never our shit or the shop that’s getting vandalized, with the exception of the dick on our roll-down door, only her stuff.”

I had to admit Cobi’s observation made sense. “Has she pissed someone off recently?”

Hunter chuckled. “We’re talking about Ireland here, Mack. Anything is possible with that hothead. Although, honestly, I don’t think it’s one of our customers. Ireland is the only one of us who doesn’t get flustered or upset when it comes to dealing with them. Except for you, of course. I’d never seen her talk to a customer like she did with you.”

I kept my mouth shut. Ireland’s response on our first meeting had been visceral, and she’d been reacting more to the situation than anything else. The same could be said for me.

“You stated Cobi is running the investigation?” I asked, knowing the other man and how good of an investigator he was on the force. I’d give him a call later. Sometimes cops weren’t always forthcoming during their assessments, often suspicious of the victim until evidence showed otherwise. And who could blame them when the bike was worth some bank?

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