Tadhg made the mistake of laughing, which earned him a, “don’t fucking start, boy,” warning snarl from their father, as he slammed his fist down on the kitchen table, and extended his power. Like dominos, I watched as five heads dropped in submission. Or fear. Not my one, though. Not my Lynch. Like a lone wolf standing on the outskirts of his family pack, Joey refused to bend or cower to the alpha.
