“Hey, kitten,” Clay greets, reaching over the register to grip my hoodie and pull me as far as he can, stealing a quick kiss.
Joshua, meanwhile, has rounded the register and is standing beside me, turning me so he can lean down and kiss me much longer.
“Did you have fun last night?” he asks, and I blush.
“Oh, so much fun.” Clay snickers.
“I missed you,” Joshua whispers, ignoring Clay and pecking my nose.
“I missed you too,” I say breathily, slipping my hand into his and squeezing.
“You know, there would be no reason to miss anybody if we all got on the same page,” Clay suggests.
“Clay,” Joshua hisses out between clenched teeth.
“What? I’m just saying the bed is big enough, and as long as you keep your hands on her, I can’t see any problem with spending some time with all four of us.” Clay shrugs.
“Can we discuss this at home, please,” Joshua suggests, pulling me into a side hug and kissing my temple. “It’s not that I am against it, I just… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know because you haven’t tried it. I won’t touch your dick, man.” Clay snickers.
“Love, shut it.” Xander’s voice comes from the back.
“Sorry, babe,” he shouts to the back, his eyes wide when they look at me. “Oh, I am going to regret that,” he whispers to me, making me huff a laugh.
“What are you doing here?” I ask them. “Not that I am complaining.”
“We brought you guys something to eat,” Clay explains, pulling out subs from a plastic bag. “And we need to talk.”
I freeze.
What did I do?
“Fuck you, Clay,” Joshua scolds, pulling me into a real hug now, stroking my hair. “You know how her pretty head works.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Clay winces when I turn to look at him, cheek still pressed to Joshua’s chest. “I wanted to ask you if you would like to spend some time with me tomorrow.”
I look up at Joshua, then back at Clay, letting out a breath. “Just you and me?”
“Yes, just two best friends visiting the gun range to learn how to shoot.” He smiles at me, and I scrunch up my nose. “Nope, kitten, there is no way around this. You need to know how to handle a gun.”
“I am not going to carry one around,” I argue, stepping back from Joshua and crossing my arms over my chest.
“That’s fine, but I still want you to know how they work. Like you know there are guns in Sophia’s and our sides of the house, and they are worth nothing in a dangerous situation if you don’t know how to use them. You are more likely to hurt yourself than the target.”
“I wasn’t planning on using them ever.” I huff.
“Oh, so when one of the Del Moros would visit you at night, you won’t take out the gun in the drawer next to the door?” he challenges, raising an eyebrow at me.
“About that. Yesterday, I discovered some clues that Del Moro could be part of the Metro Milanesi,” I say, feeling guilty for only mentioning this now, but hey, they were the ones distracting me.
“What does that mean? You discovered clues? Why would a cop be part of a gang?” Joshua frowns at me.
“He has a gang tattoo,” I state.
“What kind of gang tattoo?” Clay questions me, his brow furrowing.
“He has a cross on his wrist, the sign of the Metro Milanesi,” I relay, pointing to my wrist.
