"Like me wrapping wiring around your fucking neck?" Jules suggested. There wasn't much heat in it.
"You won't do that. You love me too much." Boner draped an arm over Jules' shoulder and another over Cass.
Jules smirked, but turned away. "They said we have to stay out of the building for a couple of days. They have to do athorough check to make sure it's safe before anyone can go in there."
"Then we start cleaning up," I said on an exhale.
That was going to be dirty work, but we were up for it. We'd been doing dirty work for a long time now. A little bit more wouldn't hurt us.
Archer's nostrils flared. I had a feeling he was thinking about exactly how to scour the place until it was thoroughly clean before we started any kind of rebuilding. Of course he was. He'd be right there with the elbow grease, scrubbing until everything shone, and then some.
"It's going to take time, but I have some ideas about what I want the new place to look like," I said. "And I have a name for the other restaurant in mind."
They all turned to look at me and I said, "I'm going to call it Angel's Justice."
CHAPTER 24
HARLOW
"Ihave ashes in my ass crack." Boner waved at an older couple walking past before he followed us into the building.
"You traumatized them for life," Jules grumbled. There was no heat in his words, just the same tiredness I was sure we all felt. A smudge decorated the side of his cheek and across his nose, like he'd wiped away sweat, but left a smear.
Cass' face was covered in ash, except where his glasses sat. Even his forehead and the front of his hair was covered in it.
Only Archer was spotless, except the top of one ear. How did he get dirty there and nowhere else? I assume he'd scratched at some point, while his hands were covered with his gloves.
"I live to please," Boner said with a grin.
"Of course you do." I hooked my arm through his and snuggled up against him on the ride up to the apartment. Was it past time I stopped thinking about it as Archer's apartment and thought of it as ours? I decided it was. None of us had a plan to move out. We'd become accustomed to sharing the space, and it was convenient to Boner's gallery and all three of my restaurants.
"Speaking of pleasing…" Boner waited until we we all inside and kicked the door closed behind him. He held up a finger before anyone could speak, and turned to carefully lock the door and slide the chain into place. "No interruptions tonight."
"Good idea. Everyone, turn your phones off," Cass said. He glared at Jules when he started to argue, but his brother sighed and pulled his out too. He turned it off and tossed it onto the couch, along with all the others.
"Everyone, take your clothes off," Boner said with a grin.
"What he said," Cass insisted before anyone had a chance to even hesitate.
"Don't leave them on the furniture," Archer said, carefully stripping off and placing his clothes in a pile beside the bathroom door.
No one argued. Everything we wore was covered in ash, dirt and fuck knew what else. Probably blood, sweat and tears. I'd shed a couple while scrubbing the debris of my restaurant as clean as we could get it. Reconstruction would start in a couple of weeks. Honestly, I couldn't wait. I hated seeing my baby in ashes. If Zeus wasn't dead already, I'd kill him for it. Should I have let him live for a while longer? We could have taken my torture box to the restaurant and put him in the corner so he could watch us clean. On the other hand, he might have enjoyed watching us work, so fuck him. We were better off with him dead.
"Sometimes I still think I'm dreaming," Cass said, tangling his fingers in my hair and kissing my forehead. "How could I be this lucky?"
"I keep asking myself the same thing," Boner said, stepping up behind me to box me in, his erection pressing into the top of my ass. "But then I remember. I'm Edward fucking Bonegard. I'm awesome. And so are all of you. Including Jules."
Jules rolled his eyes and flipped him off. He waved us towards the bathroom, herding us inside, before reaching over to turn on the shower.
Once the water was warm enough, we stepped inside, one by one, easing ourselves into the space. It was a tight fit for five of us.
Archer and Jules stood with their backs pressed against the wall. Cass and Boner were still on either side of me, their cocks growing harder by the moment.
Cass managed to maneuver me so I was under the flow of water. He let his hands roam over my body while Boner picked up the shampoo and started to wash my hair. I tilted my head back so he could lather before rinsing and doing the same with the conditioner.
Jules managed to squeeze in and squirt some body wash onto his hand. Crouching down, he started to wash me, rubbing body wash all over my body, lavishing extra attention on my breasts and down my hips.
"Have I mentioned lately I'm spoiled?" I asked.
