"I'm going to pretend you three aren't talking shit about me and go order us dinner. Zayn, can you show Wren the guest room?" Kingston kissed my forehead, leaving me with my other suitcase.
I watched him as he disappeared down the hall. He hadn't said much, but I could tell from the pain in his eyes that he was struggling with everything that was happening.
"There's only one guest bedroom?" Sullivan flopped down on the couch. "Oh, shit. This couch is comfortable as hell."
I bit my lip. "I don't mind sharing the guest bed."
Zayn shut the freezer and took my hand, yankingme toward the opposite hallway from where Kingston had gone. "We can worry about that later."
I hadn't done much snooping besides finding Kingston's office the last time I was in his house. On one side of the house was his bedroom, office, and a guest bathroom, and on the opposite side were three other rooms that shared a bathroom.
One of the rooms was completely empty, another had a shut door, and the third was a guest bedroom with a queen-sized bed. It was simple, with a nightstand, dresser, and a chair in the corner.
"This is where I used to sleep." Zayn sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "The mattress is very comfortable."
"How are you doing?" I moved to stand in front of him and he spread his legs, his hands landing on my hips and pulling me forward.
His lips twisted to the side, and he squinted up at me. "What do you mean?"
It was as if nothing from the last few days had happened. Even now with me bringing it up, he didn't seem to connect that I was asking him about how he was after killing two men and having to leave his sister behind.
I tapped my forefinger against his temple. "How's your head?"
"My head is fine. I didn't hit it or anything." He grinned up at me. "Now, if you're asking me if my mind is in the gutter..."
"Zayn..." I started to pull away from him, and his grip tightened on me.
"I need to pretend none of it happened." He leaned forward, putting his forehead on my stomach so I couldn't see his face. "Can we just pretend?"
Running my fingers through his hair, I let out a shaky sigh. Avoiding it wasn't going to help anything, but at least for the night, we could all use a little pretending.
It had takenabout an hour for our dinner to arrive, and in that time, we'd all showered, changed, and gotten comfortable in the living room. If someone would have told me I'd end up surrounded by three men I'd slept with, stuffing my face with food, I'd have called them crazy.
"I need to go to the nightclub to check on some things." Kingston stood with the empty pizza boxes and held out his hand for my empty plate. "Zayn, you coming with?"
"Trevor was very clear we need to stay in." I putmy plate on his stack of trash and sat back on the couch, resisting the urge to rub my belly.
"I'm not going to let my businesses suffer." Kingston headed into the kitchen. "We'll be gone an hour, tops."
"I'll have to run it by Trevor." I grabbed my phone and was about to dial Trevor when it was plucked from my hands from behind. "Hey!"
"I'm not going to be a prisoner in my own home." He set my phone on the island.
I jumped to my feet. "Just because Marcos is in a coma doesn't mean people working with him aren't out for blood."
"How would they even know what happened to him?" Kingston pulled his shirt off as he walked toward his bedroom.
He had a point, but that didn't mean I agreed with him. "If you're going, we're all going. I'll let Trevor know."
Kingston let out a sigh of defeat, stopping in the doorway of his bedroom to look at me. "I'm leaving in fifteen minutes. With or without you three."
He was such a moody bastard, and the temptation to run my mouth was strong. "Fine. I could use a strong drink."
I marched back down the halls and swiped myphone off the counter. Sullivan grabbed my wrist as I started to walk past the couch. "Let him be. Everyone handles stress differently." He looked over at Zayn, who was laughing at something on his phone. "Eventually they will both crash and burn."
That was the last thing we needed.
Twenty minutes later, all four of us were loaded up in Kingston's SUV. Sullivan's blood was still all over the seat, but Kingston had put a sheet over it until he could have it cleaned.
