“Where thefuckhave you been?”
Welcome home, bitch.
Cairo is striding through the living room like a man on a mission. I’m not sure if he’s going to punch or hug me, but it doesn’t really matter.
I’m home.
He should be happy.
“Out,” I say emotionless as he continues marching like a fucking idiot in my direction.
“No shit.” His hand comes up for me to take and bro hug it out, but I don’t expect Lorenzo to be fastened to one of our stools in our kitchen when I look over his shoulder.
He slides off it casually, dressed in a navy designer suit as he adjusts his cufflinks. I watch him make his way over as the hair on my neck rises because he’s been a father figure to me since mine’s gone.
Was gone.
He’s alive… I can’t seem to wrap my fucking head around it until I see for myself.
“Reeve,” Lorenzo greets, sounding genuinely happy to see me. “It’s good to see you home, son.”
“Sir.”
I don’t know what else to say.
I know he’s disappointed in me. I’m sure there’s more he wants to say, but he won’t do it in a public setting or in front of my brothers.
He’ll hand me my ass in private.
Cairo stands beside me, as if I’m going to need it, but I don’t require his support. If Lorenzo wants to let me have it, let him. It’s not like I haven’t been tortured enough for the last several weeks.
Continuous torture, actually. Because I can still hear the softness of Bay’s voice. The alternative-metal shit she listened to when she was hella pissed or trying to concentrate. And the little moans that kept me up at night, which made me stroke my dick whenever I fucking wanted.
I might not appreciate what she did, but I do know I’m not meant for anyone else. My brain is never going to delete Bay.
It’s a cruel reality I’ll need to deal with.
My head is suddenly knocked forward by the broadside of a palm, not helping with the sheer annoyance of being back here and the massive headache pounding through my ears.
I don’t need to turn or move to know who or what it is.
“Hey,dick,” Torin grinds out to my left. “Have fun while the rest of us were too busy getting shot at?”
I slowly crane my head over to him, annoyance pricking at my skin because I’d love nothing more than to lay him the hell out, too. I’m seeing a trend here. “Did you forget how to run?”
His light eyes tighten. “Ever run from a drive-by?”
“What?”
Torin’s face lifts before his focus flicks to Cairo. “How much does he know?”
“Ask Oz,” Cairo replies. “He just got here; I have no idea.”
Both of my brothers look behind me where I’d bet my entire life Ozzy is standing there like a fucking weirdo.
“He was sleeping,” I hear Ozzy say, and I scoff, ambling toward the kitchen for a beer or bottle of tequila to dull this whole reunion away.
“Come take a seat, Reeve,” Lorenzo cuts into my fun time, not letting me get but three steps away. “There’s a lot to discuss.”
