“This is Chaos and Reign's house; they live together. After Chaos's performance tonight, he tweeted that there would be an open party at his mansion, so I invited us.”
Before I respond, I smile against my cup.
“So, they don't live at home with their parents?”
Her brows furrow as she tilts her head to the side, a small grin on her bright pink lips.
“Would you live at home with your parents if you could afford all of this?”
I just gaze at her while taking a sip of the acid-like liquid, thinking about how much I would have loved to have lived with my parents, but I do not respond, and she smiles broadly.
“No, Char, they live here together. Their parents are extremely wealthy, though, and according to what I have heard, their grandfathers were heavily involved in the Bratva.”
I stare at her, perplexed.
“The Bratva?”
She chuckles and shakes her head.
“Girl, do you know anything?”
It must be the gasoline I am drinking, which is now buzzing through my veins at an alarming rate, making me feel warm and fuzzy, but I rarely smile in response to her sarcasm.
“Lucy, you are my teacher tonight. Now, smart ass, tell me what the fuck the Bratva is!”
She lifts an amused brow before beginning.
“The Bratva is the Russian mafia, Char.”
My eyebrows raise in surprise, and she giggles.
“Oh, so you know what the mafia is, then?”
“Of course, I've watched some things on Netflix.”
Suddenly, the crowd roars, people going insane, and Lucy squeals in delight beside me.
“This must be them!”
I tiptoe, trying to catch a glimpse since I am barely five feet tall until I spot Chaos stride out to the backyard. His tall figure draws everyone’s eyes as he moves through the crowd. He is shirtless as usual, with gray sweatpants. His toned physique is decorated and scattered with tattoos that seem to blend perfectly with his tanned skin.
He has curly chocolate-colored hair, short on the sides but fuller and tousled on top, almost covering his eyes, which are mahogany brown. Eyes that exude an enigmatic intensity and just below his right one, he has a small tattoo that reads ‘Chaos,’ letting everyone know exactly who he is and what he represents.
But it is the other guy close behind him who truly captures my attention. As he towers over the crowd, he possesses a dominant presence that is impossible to ignore. His strong arms, shoulders, and neck are entirely covered in an artistry of tattoos, each one undeniably telling a different story. He is wearing a tight black tank top and matching snapback; his tanned skin and bearded jawline exude masculinity.
Although his hair remains hidden beneath his cap, his deep brown eyes reveal that it must be like Chaos’s or possibly darker. They form a breathtakingly handsome duo, two captivating men with a vibe of darkness surrounding them.
Lucy prods my side with her elbow and points her finger in their direction.
“That's Reign behind him.”
When she confirms the guy that I have been gawking at is Reign, I give a small nod and flatten my feet, but she gasps beside me.
“Fuck, they are even hotter in real life!”
I offer a small smile before returning my focus to the pair where people greet them as if they are gods until they finally settle down on sun loungers on the opposite side of the enormous area. When my cup is empty, Lucy snatches it from my hand as she passes by.
“Let me go get us another!”
