I nod as I pull on some jeans and a T-shirt. “Don't fall asleep.” I point at him in warning. “You eat then you can sleep.”
“Yes, sir.” He mock salutes.
“Don't be a smartass,” I say as I leave the room and head off to find some food. My stomach growls as loud as thunder at the smells that hit me when I approach the foyer. Following the deliciousness, I walk into the kitchen to see Kai…yes Kai, in an apron, dishing up what looks like … lasagna?
“What the fuck you doing?” I ask. This is weird. A guard who kills, cooking in an apron.
“Flying a plane, what the fuck does it look like he’s doing, brother?” Dima says as he walks in behind me. How someone as large as him can move so stealthily I have no idea.
“Look, I know I fucked up, Lev, but it's the first and last time. I swear. This is just to make peace,” Kai says.
“It better be ‘cos if anything happens to Aaron again, I will chop you into little pieces,” I say.
“Okay,” he says.
I grunt. “I'll take a couple of plates to eat in my room.”
“Is he okay?” Dima asks as I wait for Kai to plate up our meals. It looks so good, not that I’ll tell him.
“Yeah, he’s fine, just tired and doesn't want company,” I say.
Dima looks at me carefully. I know he is dying to ask questions, but I'm not doing it. What goes on between Aaron and me is private. Jules walks in, breaking the tension.
“You left quite a mess down there, Lev.” He chuckles.
“Nothing less than they deserved,” I say, eager to get back to my room away from these busybodies.
“Damn straight,” Dima agrees. “I've informed Carlos and sent pictures of the bodies so we are all even now. Hopefully things can go back to normal.”
“Make sure Simon spreads the word to the other crews, they need to learn from this,” I remind Dima.
He nods. “Already done. Now, can we stop talking about work? My stomach is about to shrivel up and die if I don't get some food in me.”
I grab my two plates and head back to my room. Aaron better be awake, otherwise I will beat his sexy ass until he can’t sit. I walk to where he is sitting on the corner chair, he has put on a pair of shorts and is looking through his phone.
I hand him a plate. “Who cooked this?” he asks before piling a forkful of steaming lasagna into his mouth.
“Kai. It's an apology, I think.”
“It wasn't his fault, Lev,” he says.
I level him with a stern look. “Yes it was and leave the dealing of my men to me, Aaron. I'm not Dima who can be swayed by sex.”
“Is that what I'm doing?” He snorts.
“I don't know what you’re doing, but I'm telling you it won't be like that. Just because we are together doesn't mean you get a soft hand with me. When it comes to our work, I make the decisions.”
“You’re so hot when you're angry,” he hums at me.
“I'm not angry, I'm stating facts. For fuck sake Aaron, are you turned on?”
He’s just moved his hand onto his now bulging crotch.
“And people think I'm the crazy one,” I mutter, stuffing my face with more food.
“You are and I'm your plus one crazy addition.” He smiles before taking another mouthful. I roll my eyes and continue to eat. Damn, Kai knows how to cook. Considering what a shit guard he is, maybe we should make him house chef. Before long, we put the empty plates onto the coffee table in front of us.
“Will you be able to take me back today, or should I call a ride?” he says.
