The tears had been of shock, then downright fury at the injustice; they had no issue still associating themselves with a photographer who physically manhandles and emotionally abuses anyone he chooses. I had a solution for that but my limit of bulldozing through decisions that should be made by the five of us was capped at one. The house was it. For today.
Filling up the ice box with beer and placing an order with the local Italian restaurant, I sit down but even before the prospects have managed to sneak off, the front door opens.
“What the fuck are those little turds doing in my yard?” King growls as he gives me a cuddle from behind.
“You’re ruining my surprise,” I grumble.
“I’m going to shower.” He kisses the top of my head before yelling out the window. “And everyone better be fucking gone when I’m out. Including you, Joker!”
I spin on the stool; King disappears but I don’t watch him go, my eyes instead locked on Tyson and Steel. Mav too. But Tyson and Steel mostly.
“How’d it go?” I ask tentatively.
Tyson looks so put together I wonder if they went to kill Rex, except when he steps forward into the light, there’s a fine mist of blood over his white shirt and over his face.
“We won’t bore you with the details, but it was satisfying hearing him begging for us to stop his suffering.” He doesn’t come near me for a kiss, but he trails his fingers over my hands.
“And did you?”
“No.” Tyson walks off towards the other bathroom, leaving the door open and the lights on.
“You okay?” I look at Steel next.
“Better than. Now I just need to believe the fact he is dead and I’ll be fine. What have you done?” His face turns towards the back deck, and the stack of drinks and snacks I have ready for us.
“Celebration time.”
“Sounds good,” Steel doesn’t seem bothered about kissing me with the blood of his father on his face, and I can’t say it bothers me either, but after a toe-curling kiss, he goes.
“Let me see your hands,” I growl once I look at Maverick, who’s being too quiet.
And exactly like when he carried me to safety, Maverick lifts me off my stool to slide his big ass onto it before he gives me his hands to clean up while telling me in explicit detail what the four of them did. Perfectly torturous and well deserved.
The phone rings and I go to answer it, but King beats me to it from his bedroom.
“It’s the food!” I yell out, hopping off Maverick’s lap to race to the front door, but I stop at the doorway to our bedroom, watching King on the phone. His face is like thunder, his eyes locked on me.
Walking up and over to the bed, I hold my arms out while he barks angrily on the phone.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He snarls, his scent bitter like sour hops. His hand on me is gentle though, and I sink into his hold. “Pay the fucking bond, Dominic. I literally do not give a fuck if you have to tell her she’s your sister or she’s your fucking cock warmer. Bail her out now! I’m sending the boys to pick her up.”
He slams the phone down, and it rings almost immediately after.
“What the fuck now?”
The voice on the phone is different, and even though he’s pissed off King does not apologise, but he does let the person on the other end bring our dinner down.
“Good news?” I ask unnecessarily once he hangs up.
“It is actually.” He shrugs, letting me go while he pulls on my favourite pair of sweatpants, no jocks.
“King, you are a fucking hussy. And terrifying, I hope you know that.” I laugh as he plucks me off his bed and carries me to the front door.
I spend the time waiting for our dinner to arrive with King being a fucking hussy as he alternates between kissing me stupid and sucking on my tit.
The knock on the door scares me, and he laughs against his name on my boob, although it’s so marked up, his name is nearly indistinguishable. Dropping me to my feet, he pushes me toward the kitchen waiting until I’m nearly right down the hallway before he opens the door.
“You do realise how many people are watching your house, don’t you?” I tease him.
