Roberto hung up the phone, the faint buzzing still reverberating in his ears as he turned to find Cillian smirking at him, a mocking glint in his eyes. His brother froze for a moment, before a slow, teasing grin spread across his face. “Man, you are so p***y whipped, it’s almost cute.”
“f**k off.” Roberto dropped back into his seat, his eyes scanning the bar in front of him, then landing on the shots that had been delivered in his absence. He took one in his hand without thinking, suddenly aware of the emptiness creeping into his chest.
“More shots?” Cillian taunted.
“Shots are what real men take when they’re not calling their girlfriend every five minutes to check in,” Cillian teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Liam, who’d been silent until now, leaned over and gave Cillian a sha
