Niamh rolled her eyes at the two before her. Although she was happy for her big brother, she had the reputation of not liking Olivia to keep. Jakobe, Nakida, and Cabhan had been there going on a week. For the first two days, she hadn’t been able to see her brother for no more than an hour due to the fact that he and Olivia were constantly held up in the one room shack near the stable.
Now, that they had fully moved back into the castle, they were still joined at the damned hip. She sighed deeply to signal to them to calm all that touching, giggling, and kissing down. It didn’t matter that Niamh had been doing the same with Cabhan. She didn’t want to see them doing it.
Forrester chuckled, smacked Olivia on the ass, and allowed her to get off her perch on his lap to go mingle with the rest of the family and friends that had come over for dinner. He made a big show of adjusting his hard dick on behalf of his sister.
He tossed back his head in laughter due to the twisted look of disgust she gave him. Upon finally seeing his aunt leave, Jakobe walked over to take the seat next to his mom before the enormous, stone fireplace that provided heat to the entire Great Hall. He smiled while he watched his cousin pull up a chair next to him.
“Are you sure there won’t be any backlash from Faolan? I don’t trust those two-faced fuckers,” rumbled Forrester.
“We all know that smoke doesn’t mean there isn’t fire, but for now, they’re all playing nice,” remarked Niamh.
The four continued to talk over business. It didn’t take long for Forrester to notice his sister watching him every time he brought his glass of thick ale to his lips. Finally, annoyed, he grunted and pushed his mug into her hand.
“You’re too damn lazy to get your own drink, here.”
Niamh opened her mouth to speak, but Jakobe beat her to the punch.
“The hell she is,” Jakobe growled.
“I wasn’t going to drink it,” she whined weakly.
“Bullshit! You were talking real slow.” He frowned.
Confused, Forrester took his drink back. “What the hell is—”
“Ma is pregnant.”
The revelation caused Forrester to fall back in his car as if he had been pushed. His blue eyes that mirrored Jakobe’s and his sister’s grew to the size of two silver dollars.
“But you’re too old for—” he began. Then another thought entered his mind. He shot up in his chair to glare at his sister. “Please, tell me you didn’t let Livy know.”
Niamh hid her gaze under hooded lids while she chewed on her bottom lip. She couldn’t look at the distressed expression on her brother’s face without laughing.
“Uncle Forrester, you know how those two are.” Jakobe chuckled.
Forrester slumped back in his chair. He took on a look of a drained, sun-beaten man. He ran an open palm over his face. He pulled on his beard in frustration.
“You told her, didn’t you?” he asked.
“No,” Niamh began, slowly. “Not really. I mean, she could have overheard Nakida and me talking about our morning sickness.” She smirked.
“You’re the fuckin’ devil, you know that?” Forrester growled. His eyes darted over to find Olivia feeding one of the grandbabies. “You might have been suckered into that shit, but I’m not. Besides, the way Pike and Brick are constantly carrying on with their wives, she’ll have a couple more grands soon enough,” he promised.
After a few more minutes of teasing his sister, the topic shifted once again.
“Did you look over the intel I gave you?” Jakobe asked Forrester.
Forrester nodded as he lifted up to retrieve the file that his ass had been warming.
“I wanted him to check it before I gave it to you,” Jakobe explained to his cousin next to him.
“Are you sure you can handle this one on your own?” inquired Niamh as she took the file from Forrester to pass it onto Jakobe.
“We aren’t, which means you aren’t getting involved in this shit, so keep your trigger-happy ass still,” Jakobe spat.
He took the file from his mother and handed it to his cousin on the other side of him.
Blaze took the file. He opened it and began to thumb through it. Forrester narrowed his gaze as he watched the nephew, who was born to his brother that his father had during his days of wandering. He never met him, but he was happy that Blaze’s African mother had reached out to him when the boy was no more than six years old in hopes of him getting to know his father’s family. The boy was cut from their unscrupulous cloth for sure, with his Zulu heritage adding to his genes to create a handsome, controlled, cunning, and deadly man.
“These people that are behind the clan war of the Yakuzia are very dangerous. I'm not surprised that your Fran and her family were thrown off who was behind it given who the person is,” stated Forrester.
Suddenly, Blaze froze when his eyes came into contact with a familiar face.
“You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” Blaze responded in awe.
“No,” replied Jakobe. “That’s the real reason why they weren’t attacked, but of course, they have no way of knowing that.”
“Bloody hell!” thundered Blaze.
“Yep. What they thought was an enemy was actually a friend,” finished Niamh with a wicked grin.