“Good girl.” He whispers.
I blink.
I’m going to stab him with a spoon.
An older woman walks in with a tray, and the scent of roast fills the room. My mouth waters instantly.
She places it in the centre, and Kaden stands, picking up the knife to carve.
“You’re good with a knife,” I murmur, watching the perfect slices fall away.
I wonder if he’s ever cut up a human bod—
Oh my God.
What the hell is wrong with me?
He serves me first, then Flynn. Roasted meat, golden potatoes, vegetables.
I take a bite, and my eyes close.
God, I can’t remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal that tasted likethis.
When I open them again, they’re both staring at me.
Flynn, especially.
There’s something in his eyes, something feral, restrained. Like he’s holding something back.
“So,” I say, slicing through the tension like a butter knife, “you two live here… together?”
I emphasise the last word just enough. Kaden looks up from his plate, straight at me.
“Autumn,” Flynn warns.
I just keep eating, chewing, like I said nothing scandalous.
“What? Even Mafia men are allowed to date men, right?” I try to sound sweet, innocent.
“For fuck’s sake,” Kaden mutters, but Flynn… he doesn’t move.
He keeps staring at me, and when he finally speaks, it’s sharp enough to cut through bone.
“It’s allowed,” he says coolly, “but I think when I fucked you, I made my type pretty fucking clear.”
The words hit hard. I choke, eyes watering as my throat decides to betray me.
He smirks and starts eating like he didn’t just detonate a nuke between us.
“Well—” I clear my throat, forcing air through the meat trying to kill me, “you can still be bisexual, right?”
Kaden chuckles low, and Flynn just shakes his head, returning to his plate.
“Just eat, Autumn.” He grunts it out.
I exhale dramatically. “Would’ve been hot seeing you two—”
“Autumn.”
