Page 15 of Brendan (The Doherty Mafia)
“Yeah, I figured you were going to do that,” he said with a shrug. “What does that have to do with anything, though?”
He was right. It shouldn’t have had anything to do with my life. Rosalie was gone and I should have forgotten about her, but I didn’t. It proved impossible to forget about her.
“Well, I didn’t actually fuck her,” I added.
Tristian’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Things got hot and heavy in the store room. We were alone.”
“But you didn’t bang her?”
I shrugged.
“She left before that happened.”
“She left?”
Tristian was too shocked to even smoke his cigarette now.
“Apparently she had a problem with me.”
“What problem?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t explain.”
“Do you know her?” he asked. It was exactly what I thought too.
“No. I don’t think so. She didn’t seem to imply that either.”
“Then what was her problem?” Tristian asked.
“Maybe she has values or something. I don’t know,” I grunted.
Tristian watched me closely. He had a smile forming on his face now.
“So basically, what you’re saying is that you won’t be able to think straight until you fuck her.”
“That isn’t what I said.”
“But that’s what you’re thinking.”
I said nothing because he was probably right. Tristian knew me better than anybody else did.
“I don’t know how to find her. I don’t even know her fuckin’ last name.”
“But you know where she works,” he said.
“And you think those fuckers at that place they threw us out of are going to roll out the red carpet for me if I go back there?”
Tristian laughed.
“Since when do you give a shit about red carpets? You want to find this chick, so go find her.”
My brother put the seed of an idea in my head. All this time, I didn’t think about going after Rosalie again. She didn’t want to see me.
But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t go after the answers I was looking for.
“I just want to know why she ran away from me. What is her problem,” I said.
“And you want to fuck her,” my brother added.
I shrugged.
Tristian slapped a hand on my back.
“Go find her, fuck her and get her out of your system. We’re in the middle of a war, remember? The last thing we need is your head out of the game,” he said.
He was right. I needed to find a way to get rid of Rosalie from my thoughts. A repeat of the meeting with our father wasn’t going to work. I needed my head clear if I was going to be of any use to my family.
I stubbed the cigarette out and gave Tristian a mock-salute.
I wasn’t done with Rosalie yet.
I waited until it was much later, around the time that I saw her at the bar the previous night. Technically, that would have improved my chances of seeing her again. Not that I knew which days she worked at the bar, or at what time. That was if she even worked at the bar anymore.
I waited outside for a while, watching the entrance to see if she’d go in or leave. But Rosalie was nowhere to be seen, and the longer I waited the longer it fucked with my head.
Being back at the place where I last had her charged me up. I grew more anxious to see her again.
Eventually, I walked in.
Like the previous night, the bar was thronged with people. It took me a while to orient myself and clock all the waitresses who worked there. None of them were Rosalie. It seemed like she was not on shift that night. I grumbled angrily under my breath as I walked around the place, pushing through the crowds of drunken people in my search for her.
At least security hadn’t approached me yet or tried to kick me out. I was fully prepared to put up a fight if that happened. After I’d scoured the place and determined she wasn’t there, I went up to the counter.
The guy from the previous night, one of them who had pulled me out of the brawl—was making drinks. It was likely that he was a manager or something. He appeared to be pretty full of himself.
“Where’s Rosalie?” I asked him, pushing my way to the front.
He ignored me for a few moments before looking up at me.
“What are you even doing back here, man?” he said, shaking his head.
“Isn’t it pretty obvious? Looking for her,” I replied.
“She’s not here, and even if she was, fat chance I’d take you to her. She was supposed to be working last night, instead of running after you like you’re some fuckin’ knight in shining armor.” The man sounded resentful and he started to get on my nerves.
I jumped over the counter and grabbed his collar. The drinks he was making fell out of his hands, spilling everywhere.
“Hey man! What the fuck?” he shouted. I pulled him over the counter closer to me.
