The first man was blond, very fit, and despite probably being twice Noah’s age, very hot.
Fuck, maybe Noah was developing a thing for older guys.
The second man…
Not so much.
He was thick and tall with dark eyes, bald, and there was something about the way he stared Noah down that made his spine twitch even more than Erasmus’ eerie gaze did.
The handsome blond laughed when he spied Noah gawking at them. He cocked his head, teasing, “Oh, I love those gloves. They really bring out the color of your eyes. Don’t you think so, Mickey?”
“We just got here, you dumb slut,” the bald man grumbled. “Shut the fuck up.”
Oh. great.
Definitely not friends.
Noah had not felt this uncomfortable in a long time.
At least since yesterday at dinner.
Or maybe last night, dancing with the plug inside of him.
No, he decided at last. This was a very different level of discomfort than any of that.
The blond was staring at him like he wanted to fuck him, but the bald man was giving off more of a kill-him-and-eat-his-skin vibe.
Junior had caught up to him, and he complained loudly, “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Crisco? I fuckin’ tolds you to clean up all that shit in the yard!”
Noah pointed.
“Oh, shit.” Junior stood up straighter. “Holy shit! Hey! It’s yous guys!”
“Yes, it’s us.” The blond laughed. “What? No hug? No kiss? Leave out the tongue, though. Mickey gets real mad.”
“True story,” the bald man said.
“Noah Allan, allow me to introduce you to our Strassen Springs family.” Junior grinned. “This is Mickey Tamerlane and Roger Lorre.”
The assassin and the whatever the other guy was.
“Nice to meet you, Noah,” Roger chirped. “Aren’t you just a precious lil’ thing, huh? Kinda reminds me of myself at that age. Ah, memories.”
“Where’s Star?” Mickey asked curtly.
Noah was glad to be ignored for once.
“Fuck that! Oh! Where’s my Crybaby?” Roger started to the front door. “She’s here, right?”
“Inside,” Junior replied. “Mr. Star had some fuckin’ Mr. Star stuff to do, you know.”
Mickey said nothing, and he followed Roger into the house.
“Am I done now?” Noah demanded.
“Only ’cause I don’t wanna watch yous pick up trash no more.” Junior jerked his head at the garage. “Go on. Throw that shit away and let’s go.”
Noah dropped the trash off in the cans in the garage, and he and Junior headed back inside.
