Bronagh Murphy has been through a lot over the past few years, a hell of a lot, so when her 21st birthday rolls around all she wants to do is relax and spend the day with her family. Quietly.
Her boyfriend, Dominic Slater, doesn’t do relaxed or quiet. He never has, and he never will. He plans out a day for Bronagh that is both romantic, and exciting. However, Dominic’s version of exciting is very different to Bronagh’s as she will soon find out.
When things take a turn for the worst, and a bad altercation leaves Dominic once again fighting for his girl, Bronagh will have to decide once and for all if she will fight in Dominic’s corner or walk away and never look back.
Bronagh loves Dominic, and what Bronagh loves, Bronagh protects.Books in Series:Slater Brothers Series by L.A. CaseyBooks by Author:L.A. Casey Books
I heard my sister’s voice, and I wanted to answer her, but I was too tired to open my mouth.
“Bee" Hello" You’re twenty-one today, get your lazy arse up!”
I grunted in response and remained still.
“Okay, I wanted to do this the easy way, but since you won’t get up you have left me no choice…”
I heard her leave the room, so I smiled to myself as I snuggled deeper into my pillow and tangled myself up in my duvet cover. I was so comfortable and content, but that content, of course, ended a few minutes later when my sister came back into my bedroom armed with a weapon.
A deadly weapon.
“Rise and shine!” Branna shouted.
For a spilt-second things were quiet and normal, and then all of a sudden everything was freezing and wet. I screamed and coughed when I breathed down water instead of oxygen. I panicked and kicked off my covers then scrambled up until I was standing up in the middle of my bed. I screamed then when the pain of the ice-cold water that covered me touched every last one of my nerve endings.
“Branna!” I screamed in anger.
“I told you to get up, but you wouldn’t listen.”
I screamed again and wiped the water out of my eyes. I opened my eyes in time to see the back of Branna as she legged it out of my bedroom at top speed.
“I’m goin’ to fuckin’ kill you!”
With a roar, I jumped off my bed and almost broke my neck on the wet floor that I won’t be cleaning up. Once I steadied myself, I carefully walked out of my room until I was safe on the dry landing, where I wiped my feet into the carpet. I then took off like a bat out of Hell down the stairs in search for my so-called sister. I checked the sitting room first, but it was empty. I went back out into the hallway and glared at the closed kitchen door. I advanced and swung on the door open when I was close enough to do so.
I ignored the cheers from the men that filled my kitchen, and searched around their bodies for my victim.
“Damn bubble bee, ever heard of pyjamas pants"” Kane’s husky voice asked.
Kane Slater was the brother of my boyfriend, Dominic Slater. Dominic had three older brothers, Ryder, Alec, and Kane. He also had a younger brother by three minutes. Yep, an identical twin by the name of Damien Slater.
The Slater brothers were five hot-headed, mouthwatering studs, and little ole me got to call one of them her fella.
I looked to Kane when he spoke, and I raised my eyebrows when I noticed his eyes were cast downwards on my body. I frowned and looked to Alec and Ryder, whose eyes were locked on the lower half of my body as well.
When my eyes landed on my boyfriend, Dominic, I rolled said eyes because the muppet was chewing on his lower lip and looked at my body like he wanted to eat me up.
I looked down at myself and of course I was in my knickers. My wet knickers. No pyjama trousers to be seen anywhere in sight.
Was I embarrassed"
Was I angry"
Hell fucking yes.
“Branna,” I growled.
Each of the brothers smiled at me then looked over their shoulders to where a crouching Branna was hiding… or trying to hide.
“You traitorous bastards!” She shouted then screamed bloody murder when I made a run for her.
She scrambled forward and maneuvered around Kane, who was now rubbing his chest and lightly coughing. The poor lad hasn’t been feeling well lately. I would have stopped and checked if he were okay, but I was on a mission. I ignored him, and the shouts from the other brothers for me to ‘leave Branna alone’ and focused on my sister who escaped out of the kitchen door and into the back garden.
“Leave me alone. I was only doin’ what Dominic told me to do!” Branna shouted as she heaved herself up onto the large trampoline Dominic won in a Facebook competition last year.
I didn’t know why he entered the competition. I honestly thought the trampoline would go to waste, but you would be surprised how often the brother"s jump around on it like a bunch of children.
“I didn’t tell you to pour water over her, you lying little-”
“Finish that sentence Dominic, I dare you.” Ryder’s growling voice cut Dominic off.
I pulled my wet bobbin from my hair, and then tied my hair backup into a messy bun. I laughed at Dominic who looked like he wanted to stand up to Ryder, but knew better than to do so. Dominic could probably lay Ryder out, but then again I’ve never seen Ryder fight so for all I know he could destroy Dominic.
“I think what he was goin’ to call her was a lyin’ little STD carryin’ slut… which would be highly accurate.”
Was that too harsh"
Dominic gasped. “I was only goin’ to call her a bitch, not all of what you just said!”
Ryder punched Dominic in the shoulder and it made him hiss in pain. I found it funny. I turned to the trampoline where my sister was jumping around like a child on a sugar rush.
“Stay away from me, Bronagh.” She said and from what I could see the bitch was smiling.
She thought she was funny"
We would see about that.
“You think this is funny" You think pourin’ water over me is funny"” I snapped as I climbed up onto the trampoline.
“What I’m laughin’ at is you chasin’ me around in a tank top, and a pair of knickers… wet granny knickers at that, they look awful.”
I pulled back as if she slapped me. “You take that back! They are comfortable… I can’t sleep in a thong or other shite like that!”
Branna devilishly smiled. “What does Dominic think of your granny knickers"”
I narrowed my eyes and shouted, “Dominic, do you care that I wear granny knickers to bed"”
“What" Um, no. I mean, I’d prefer if you wore nothing or at the very least a thong, but they all slide off the same so I’m not bothered.”