"What? Since when? Ya' gotta be kiddin' me, lass. That bastard is an O'Driscoll!" Arthur pulled out the cigarette he was smoking without even realizing he had hit a horse. But in that moment, he didn't care. All he cared about was that his daughter had found herself a boyfriend, and he was a dirty, filthy O'Driscoll.

"You can't be with him. You can't. Leave him, or there'll be consequences for everyone." He said, gritting his teeth. Arthur wasn't the kind of father who liked to dictate his kids' lives, but some things were dangerous and had to be avoided at all costs. But deep down, he felt guilty for having to talk to you like that, yet he had no choice. He was a good father, but he was an outlaw and would always be.