Chapter Four
"They were mocking me Steven" Brendan forcefully insisted. He was not one to be ridiculed by strangers.
"Then you ignore them, do you really want to go back to prison?" Steven asked rhetorically, grabbing onto his arm as they both stopped.
"Oh yeah, of cause I do; prison was the only place I enjoyed" Brendan replied with obvious sarcasm.
Steven crossed his arms.
"Who owns my club? Who owns my club?" Brendan asked twice with a hint of outrage in his voice as he seen Grace Black enter the club, her arms draped around Trevor.
"It's not your club anymore" Steven reminded him with a sigh.
Brendan gave a bitter laugh, of cause it wasn't. He looked around the village, some new faces were seen as they passed.
"And who is this man living in my house? He's old enough to be your dad and what about those girls, who are they? Is it some sort of strange set-up?" Brendan asked, not knowing the half of it.
"He is my dad" Steven told him finally.
Brendan scoffed.
"That is great you know, father and son living together in my house" Brendan seemed to be a shadow of his former self.
"What are you talking about? It's your house anymore" Steven reminded him again, he doesn't seem to understand that things has changed.
Brendan paused.
"Not officially" Brendan muttered under his cold breath.
"Where are you sleeping? In my bed?" Brendan asked him, hoping that he didn't bed any man in his old bed.
Steven knew where he was getting at and he didn't like it.
"Stop making it sound so sleazy and no, I never slept with anyone in 'your' bed, what do you take me for?" Steven asked rhetorically though with a sense of seriousness as he still waited for an answer.
"I don't know where we stand Steven; are you with anyone?" Brendan asked him.
He instantly shook his head. He wasn't seeing anyone at the moment, nobody seemed interested. Not even his dates.
"No and even if I was, I would dump them like that cause for some reason I love ya" Steven replied, a small smile appeared on his face.
Brendan breathed.
"I love you too but I don't know what to do with it you know, I don't fancy living with your family" Brenda admitted.
"You don't even know 'em if you met 'em then you might like it and decide to stay, give 'em a chance, Brendan please" Steven pleaded as he tried to reason with him.
"One chance and that's it" Brendan told him seriously.
Brendan looked towards two teenage boys who seemed to be standing outside of the club with two gormless grins as they were chatting about nonsense. It was Robbie and Finn, who seemed to be looking into the club, with a look of wanting in their eyes.
"What are you doing?" Ste asked Brendan, as he watched him walk over a sheepish grin plastered on his face.
"Alright lads? See something you fancy in there?" Brendan asked, they weren't the only ones who wanted the club.
Robbie eyes widened.
"It's not my type though I wouldn't mind giving it a try if you know what I mean" Robbie replied, just as Fraser Black appeared.
"Alright, I'm sorry but the club tour is not open today" Fraser joked, with a smile on his face.
"No need, I'm Brendan Brady; I use to own the club and the business was doing pretty well in my time, it seen better days as well; if you interested then I can buy back my half of the club and you see the money rolling in, if you don't then you something gone wrong on your part"
Even the death of his father couldn't dampen his determination in buying back his club. Steven was now on the other side of him, not liking this as all. He doesn't want Brendan involved with Fraser, he just got out of prison, he can't afford to go messing around Fraser and his dodgy lot.
"I appreciate your offer but I'm fine on my own, besides I don't need the club to get my money rolling in" Fraser told him, he knew that Brendan would know what he meant.
Even Robbie knew what he was saying and he only dealt drugs a couple of times.
"So you're in the game then" Brendan paused. "You still here?" he asked Finn and Robbie, indicating that he wants them to leave.
They stood their ground though.
"Do I have to ask you twice?" Brendan hissed, Steven wasn't sure if they would or not.
They looked between each other, Finn gave a glare before he and Robbie finally began to leave. Fraser's eyes widened, Brendan clearly took no messing which he quite admired and was thinking of giving him a shot.
"He's really good at making cocktails" Steven interrupted them, making an redundant and useless comment.
Brendan found it quite amusing though and played at it for his own advantage as he was trying to find the words.
"One my many talents" Brendan finally spoke.
Fraser seemed impressed so far. He was hesitant before saying.
"About that offer if yours, I might take it"
Steven nudged Brendan discreetly, he didn't know why he said that. He guessed he just liked gloating about his gangster boyfriend and his skills.
"Maybe later, I'm still settling into village; how about later?" Brendan asked him, clearly back in his element.
Fraser just nodded, that suited him just fine.
