He stretched his arms above his head with a yawn that drew attention to the heavy collar around his neck.
The back door opened last.
Hudson unfolded himself from the seat, long limbs and identical blond hair making him look like Hayes’s reflection as he stepped onto the gravel.
Hayes glanced at Oliver.
Oliver said something we couldn’t hear through the glass.
Hudson laughed.
Then Oliver happily took a few steps ahead of them up the drive.
The front door opened downstairs.
Footsteps followed—three distinct sets, one light and quick, two slow and unhurried.
A moment later, the trio appeared in the doorway.
Hayes stepped in first, Hudson behind him—
—and Oliver immediately stopped.
His gaze landed on the dining table.
Specifically, the two men duct-taped to chairs.
The room went quiet for a second, waiting for his reaction.
Oliver lifted a brow, and that was it.
I smugly smirked over at Josh.
Hudson’s grin spread slowly across his face. “Ooh.”
Hayes followed his gaze, then exchanged a look with his twin full of wicked excitement.
Hayes smiled widely, putting a hand on Oliver’s back to guide him into the room.
Oliver went willingly, though he kept glancing at the accountants with a faint crease between his brows.
He didn’t look scared.
Just… a little unhappy.
As soon as they reached the table, Oliver quietly slipped down to sit on the floor between Hayes and Hudson’s chairs, folding his legs beneath him like it was the most comfortable place in the world.
They both reached down immediately, petting Oliver’s head like it was a completely normal thing to do.
Only then did the twins turn their attention fully to the captives.
Hudson leaned forward in his chair. “Well,” he said, clearly amused. “This is a treat.”
Wesley grunted in disdain, but finally lowered himself into the chair to my right, slinging his arm over the back of my seat.
7
Wesley
