“This is a mansion, Wraith.”
“I guess it is, but a lot of us live here.”
“All of you do?”
“Yes, and we still have rooms available.”
“What about privacy?”
“I have plenty of that. When we’re in the rec room, we’re available. When we’re in our bedrooms, we’re not unless there’s an emergency. Those are the rules and we all abide by them.”
“I see.” He wrings his hands together. “What now?”
“Now, I’m going to message my boss and ask to see him.”
“And you want me to come with you?”
I nod, even as my nerves spike. “Yes.”
“And he’s not gonna lose his shit or anything?”
“Again, this isn’t the Mafia. We’re family. He’ll listen to me.”
“Okay then.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and my stomach flips with desire to take over and taste him again.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I mumble.
“So are you, Wraith.”
I turn when I hear footsteps, and I’m not surprised to see Carnage behind me, but I didn’t expect Stealth to be standing next to him.
“Hey, guys.”
“Holy shit.” Stealth’s face lights up with a rare smile. “You’re The Bouche.”
Pax shifts uneasily next to me, so I jump in. “Paxon Bouchard, yes. We’re, um, we’re friends.”
Stealth doesn’t even blink. “Nice to meet you, man. You’re an amazing player. I’ve been a fan since Philly.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
Carnage nods politely but doesn’t say anything.
“Is Shadow free now,bror?” I ask.
Stealth nods. “He is.”
“Mood?”
Stealth shrugs. “Fuck if I know.”
That’s a weird answer. He just spent hours with him. “Thanks. Come on, Pax.”
We leave my brothers and I lead Pax through the house.
“What does that word mean that you said? Bror?”
His pronunciation is cute enough that a smile tugs at my lips. “It means brother in Norwegian.”
