Lucas took to the training better than Tyler and was given his first mission before he had even completed his training. He could count the many broken bones or scars he had on his body from all the fights he’d gotten intoon his missions. Usually because of something stupid he’d done or said to annoy the people he was after. Lucas wasn’t above trying to prove what a badass he could be. He’d brought down some of the worst criminals that the public didn't know existed.
Lucas knew his brother and father had worried about him a lot, but kept their mouths shut. It’s a wonder his mother didn’t find out about all the shit he was up to. On the outside he seemed as if he got his shit together, but he didn’t . . . he was a complete fuckup. Lucas supposed he could havecomecompletely unhinged and gone back to work for the government after Rebecca died, taking anything that would have put him in harm's way. Fortunately, he had Zoi to ground him and remind him that he had someone to live for.
He also suspected that was the reason his family stuck close to him. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t miss the action every once ina while. Not ducking and dodging from bullets, but the thrill of chasing after the bad guy and pretending that he was saving the world even if it was for a short time.
“Hey,” Tucker said getting his attention. Lucas looked up and noticed that the other man was staring at him. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” Lucas answered. “I was just wondering if you enjoy working for the FBI?”
Tucker's brows furrowed. “What brought that on?”
“I don’t know.” Heshruggeda shoulder. “I was just thinking about something, and it had me wondering.”
“Yes, I suppose I do,” Tucker told him reaching for his beer. “I knew I always wanted to go into law enforcement, working for the bureau was just a bonus in my book.” He smiled and looked back at Lucas. “I didn’t think I would get as far as I did, though.”
“You’re one of the first to become an assistant director at a young age, right?” Lucas asked him.
“Yeah, I am,” Tucker answered with a smile. “When I got the promotion, I honestly almost pissed my pants. Ikept thinking what the hell did I do that was so great to get my own department.”
“Your job,” Lucas told him.“Were your parents supportive of your choice of career?”
“I supposed they were. We never really talked about it.”
“How come?” Lucas asked.
Realizing that Tucker might not want to talk about it. He noticed since he’d met both Julian and Tucker they never really talked about their parents. But he was curious.
“Please tell me to butt out if I’m asking about something you don’t want to talk about.”
Tucker chuckled. “Nope, you're good.” He leaned forward and picked up his beer, taking another swig. Lucas' eyes landed on his throat. The image of Tucker swallowing something other than beer—like his cock—popped into his mind. He coughed dispelling the thought.Fuck, what the hell?he asked himself again for the hundredth time that day.
“I’m not sure how to explain my parents. They are not as welcoming as Asher and Marilyn.”
“They are alive?” Lucas wondered if Tucker could hear the surprise in his tone.
Tucker chuckled. “Yeah, they are, but dead to Julian and me.”
“Why?” Lucas couldn’t understand any parent who would not want to be a part of their kids' lives. “What happened?”
“Religion,” Tucker said. “They found religion and start spouting their beliefs about how wrong Julian and Samaria's lives were. They were going to hell and all that shit. You should have seen them on my wedding day. They completely ignored Julian, Nick, and Samaria.”
“They do realize there is no one God, right?”
“They do, but to them, their God is the one true God. All the others don’t count.
“I hated that I had to choose sides, but I’d choose Julian and Samaria all over again. Especially, since my parents never showed up for Samaria's funeral. It was like they didn’t care that she died.”
“Gods, I’m sorry.”
Tucker looked at him and smiled. “Don’t be. I have a lot of great memories with Samaria. I love Julian for who he is and not for who he loves. I was happy for him and Nick. And doubly excited when he and Mark got married. Not many people get a second chance at love.”
“So true,” Lucas agreed.
Tucker looked down at the bottle in his hand scraping at the paper with the nail of his thumb. “IwishedNick could have been there when I got promoted,” he said witha smile. “He would have given me shit, but he would have been happy for me, you know,” he said looking up at Lucas who was nodding. Tucker cleared his throat. “What about you, did you always want to work for your dad’s company?”
“Believe it or not, yeah, I did,” Lucas answered.
“Really?”
