It was a very sweet sentiment in Roger’s weird little way.
Everyone was adjusting well to their new homes and the new way of life, but Mickey knew this was only the beginning.
A kingdom like theirs had to be protected, and they had to remain vigilant. The Luchesi family wouldn’t forget what Cold had done, and there would be constant challenges to the throne they had fought so hard for.
A possible threat could attack at any moment, when they least expected it…
Mickey woke up from a deep sleep when he heard a strange noise, slowly reaching for the gun he kept at his bedside. He didn’t understand why the security alarm wasn’t going off, and a rush of adrenaline put all of his senses on high alert.
There was someone here in his bedroom, and he aimed his gun, preparing to fire.
Except…
Mickey sighed in annoyance.
There was a giggle.
“Roger, you really have to stop breaking in here.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Roger plopped down on the edge of the bed with a sly grin. “Besides, if I knocked, you might not answer.”
“I might have shot you.”
“That’s part of the fun.” Roger leaned in to kiss Mickey sweetly before bouncing back up to his feet. He turned on the light, kicking a nearby cardboard box. “You still haven’t unpacked?”
“No.” Mickey covered his eyes to shield them. “I’ve been busy.”
“Ooh, what’s in here?” Roger opened the box.
“Get out of that.” Mickey sat up with a grumble, getting out of bed to stop Roger from snooping.
It was a box of assorted books, papers, and a few picture frames.
Roger held one up of a smiling young woman. “Is this your mom?”
“That’s her. Put it down.” Mickey snatched the frame away and put it back in the box.
“She was beautiful. Too bad you didn’t get any of those good looks, you ugly fuck.”
“Why are you here? If you want some dick, you could have woken me up with a blowjob.”
“I did that last night!” Roger complained. “Besides, I brought you something, and it’s kinda time sensitive.”
“Oh, God. What?”
“Come on.” Roger grinned and led Mickey into the kitchen.
It was modern, lush, and Mickey hadn’t done anything except put some beer in the fridge. He was surprised when he saw a stack of paper plates, plastic forks, and a very familiar looking aluminum tray.
It was Pops’ lasagna that he had made with Roger.
“How did you…?” Mickey stared.
“Count yourself lucky Thirdsies went back for seconds and stuck this bad boy in the freezer.” Roger smirked and turned the oven on. “Otherwise, it would have been ruined by now.”
“How did you get back into the safe house?”
“I broke in. Duh.” Roger smiled. “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
