“Do you know the danger you put them in? Your father catches wind of it, they’ll show themselves again, and it won’t be pretty,” Harris bites out, face red with suppressed anger.
“But no one knows, man. We were very careful. We got in, killed them, and got out. No one followed us,” I explain.
“Brother, you know the eyes they have everywhere,” Synn starts, but I raise my hand.
“You know I do. But I am telling you—we were one hundred percent undetected.”
Iskra raises her voice to be heard among all the bickering. “Everyone, just fucking chill out. Sam and I deserved this. Those sick crones are six feet under, exactly where they belong.”
“We all need some sleep. Let them go clean up, and we can have the night hackers double check. Okay?” I plead with them.
Harris says, “Fine,” his eyes still blazing.
Everyone kisses Iskra, and they all leave with mutters of discontentment.
I push a hand through my messy locks. “I’m going too. Goodnight, beautiful. I'm so proud of you.” I kiss her soundly, then turn to my brother. “I’m also proud of you, brother.”
Sam makes a sound of surprise and pulls me in for a hug. “Brother.”
I leave them to it, going to shower and pass the hell out.
Phoenyxx
I wake with a loud yawn, Sam’s naked body wrapped around me. I had a blissful, dreamless sleep. My Golden-Eyed Boy helps a lot in that department.
He opens his eyes, smiling. “Good morning, Em.”
Sam kisses me with heat, but I gently shove him away, being careful not to jostle his injured arm.
“I’m still sore from last night,” I laugh.
We made sweet love a couple of times after we showered before falling asleep.
Needing coffee and food, I get up and stretch.
I pull out whatever clothes meet my hand first. A pair of loose jeans and a band tee I filched from Purge. “Falling In Reverse” is written on the front.
On my way to the kitchen, with Sam trailing behind, I come to a screeching halt in front of the media room. My jaw drops open at what I’m seeing and hearing in there.
“Mine’s the biggest, everyone knows that,” Synn says.
“Dude, you wish. Mine is bigger.” Razor.
“Mine is longer,” Frost brags.
“Mine fits better inside Malishka,” Ghost insists.
“Mine feels the best.” Trikk.
“I make her come harder.” Purge.
They're all standing there arguing, grabbing their crotches.
To my surprise, Sam strolls in, saying, “She had mine last night. She likes it best.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
I can feel my grey hair coming in again with this pack of cavemen.
