Roger groaned loudly. “I’m crazy, I’m bored, and I wanna go out. Ugh. Do you have any idea how long that drive was? Too fuckin’ long.”
“So go out after dinner, you big baby.” Crybaby shrugged. “What’s the problem?”
“Why don’t you and Scout come?”
“Ha!” Crybaby shook her head. “You can ask her, but I can already tell you what she’s gonna say.”
“What about you, kid?” Roger asked. “You and the old man wanna go out?”
“Uh. Where?” Noah’s pulse quickened.
“Anywhere. Come on. Even Belle got to go outside and play in the damn garden and throw snowballs or whatever.”
“Huh?”
“Just trust me. It’ll be great.”
“You know you gotta ask Mr. Star about that,” Crybaby warned. “His orders are for Noah not to leave the premises until we sort this shit out with his uncle.”
“We can all go! It’ll be great! A Gentlemen reunion!” Roger waved his hand. “You know, well, a few Gentlemen and then some other dudes.”
“You gotta ask Mr. Star.”
“Ask Mr. Star what?” Alistair drawled from the doorway.
Mickey was with him, glaring suspiciously at Roger.
“We should go out tonight,” Roger declared. “All of us. You and the kid too.”
Alistair scratched his beard thoughtfully, but he didn’t reply.
“You trying to fuck him?” Mickey demanded.
“Wait, fuck who?” Noah scoffed.
“Totally,” Roger replied. “Had to try him out for myself.” He made a kissy face at Noah.
“Wait! What? No!” Noah snapped angrily. “No fuckin’ way, man!”
“Oh, please.” Roger cackled. “I was all over him before you guys came in here. Crybaby had to pull his dick out of my mouth.”
Noah paled. He had no idea what was going on, and he prayed that no one—especially Mickey—believed what Roger was saying.
He watched in horror as Mickey surged over to Roger, grabbing a hold of him by his neck, and…
Kissed him?
“Come along, dear Noah,” Alistair said, offering out his hand. He was very calm. “I think it’s best if we give our guests some privacy, hmm?”
Mickey was biting at Roger’s neck and whispering something heated judging by how Roger squealed, and Mickey grabbed his crotch right there on the counter.
Noah looked away, and he took Alistair’s hand to get the hell out of there. He didn’t even know where Frida went, but she must have zipped the fuck out as well because Noah didn’t see her.
Crybaby sighed happily as she followed Alistair and Noah out. “Just like old times, huh?”
“Indeed,” Alistair agreed. “But let us hope no one gets shot this time.”
“That’s a legit concern?” Noah demanded.
