The Aftermath (The Hurricane, #2)(18)



I’m not the only one you need to apologize to either,” she reminded me.

“I know, Sunshine,” I agreed, as I rested my forehead against hers. “I’m just really not looking forward to it.”

*



The next day, I sat at the bar of the Royal Oak sipping my orange juice and lemonade. The barman had sniggered when I’d ordered it until I gave him the death stare. I was trying to be a better man but that didn’t mean I still couldn’t f*ck with people from time to time. Any man who mocked another for drinking a non-alcoholic drink deserved to be f*cked with anyway. Earnshaw sat down on the stool next to me sporting a killer black eye and looking like someone had stolen the jam out of his doughnut.

“A pint of lager please,” he mumbled to the barman.

He nodded and we sat in silence as the barman poured him his drink. He reached for his wallet until I held my hand up.

“I’ve got this,” I told him, sliding a fiver across the bar. “Do you regret coming to London?” I asked.

“I don’t regret following my sister. She needed me even if she didn’t know it. But yeah, I’m kind of regretting taking a job with Danny,” Earnshaw told me miserably, still not looking at me.

“Danny’s the best. I know he comes over as a bit of a hard arse but what he doesn’t know about boxing ain’t worth knowing,” I told him.

“It’s not Danny that I regret working with. You’re a lot more of a dick than I thought you’d be.” Fair play to the man, he had a pair of balls on him. I’d knocked him into the middle of next week, and here he sat calling me a dick to my face. Oddly, it made me like him a little bit more.

“Yeah, well, I’m genetically predisposed to be a dick. You’ll learn to get used to it,” I told him, which was pretty much my version of an apology.

“I’m not sure there’s any point in sticking around to find out,” he admitted. “I’ll be honest, when I came here I had a real dream about what I wanted to achieve. Emily’s Jerry Maguire call wasn’t that far off the mark. I wanted to be part of something special. When I met Danny and found out he was looking for the same thing, I figured this was my opportunity. You resenting my help didn’t factor into my plans.”

Earnshaw took a sip of his pint while I thought about what I was going to say. Letting him in and trusting him wasn’t going to be easy but he had a right to it. Hell, after the stunt I pulled, he could have gone to the police and probably had me charged with assault. At this point, I don’t even think he’d told Danny what had gone down.

“Do you know what happened to Em?” I asked him.

“No,” he replied and turned sharply to look at me.

“Before we met she lived with her mum and stepfather. He beat her pretty much daily. She came to university to study for her mathematics degree and changed her name but he found her. We were already married when he kidnapped and tortured her. In a few weeks, he’s up for trial. He did all that to my wife, and I’ve never laid a finger on him. The day I acted like a f*cking imbecile was the day he’d written to her from prison. It made me a little crazy, and I took it out on you.” I left out the fact that she’d been raped. My baby girl wouldn’t want him knowing that. But his face was ashen anyway.

“Shit, man. I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“Are you kidding me? You have nothing to apologize for. I was out of order in the worst way, and I’m sorry. If you’ll stay, I’d like to give this manager thing a go.”

“That absolutely killed you to say, didn’t it?” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, so make the most of it. I can’t promise not to be a dick again but being a dick also means that I don’t apologize often.”

“How does Em put up with your moody ass?” he commented.

“Fuck knows. She owns the balls of every man at Driscoll’s so be warned she’ll own yours by the end of the week,” I warned him.

“I’ve already got one sister, and she’s enough of a handful. I’m not sure I could handle another,” he said with a grimace.

“Em is gentle and kind. She doesn’t shout or even raise her voice much. She doesn’t bark orders or ask for anything but she is the strongest woman you’ll ever meet. If Danny’s the backbone of our family, then Em’s the heart. That’s why she’ll own your balls like she owns ours. You’ll love her and won’t be able to help it.”

He nodded thoughtfully as he stared into his pint.

“She’s your voice of reason then?” he asked curiously.

“That and my moral compass,” I agreed. “But I have a short fuse when it comes to people flirting or f*cking with her. I’ll work on reining that in, but our relationship will be easier if you bear that in mind.”

“I don’t have any interest in her other than being friends, so you have no worries on that score. She’s important enough to you that I’ll take her advice and consult with her a fair bit of the time but consider this my word that I won’t be messing with your head that way.”

“I appreciate it,” I told him honestly.

“Look, if you’re serious and you can get a handle on your anger management, then I think I can help you. But you need to listen and take my advice. You do that and fight like you’ve been fighting, and I’ll take you to the top.”

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