“And that’s when you heard the guys?” If I don’t push her along, she’ll get lost along the way.
“Right. Yeah, so I was lying on the bed, about to go back down to the living room for hot chocolate. Maribel offered andit sounded too delish to deny, although a proper tea would’ve been even better. After all, it runs in our blood. But I’m guessing you already know this. Sledge must be a pain the arse with how he takes it. I saw this guy once who put a mug of water in the microwave and I’m still not sure how I didn’t fucking kill him.”
Ha! Called it.
“Hey, gorgeous? The guys. We got the room. We got the hot chocolate. Now…give me the details with the blood.” I grin so she knows I’m not annoyed but I am amused.
“Right, right. Sorry. I heard a loud bang, then yelling, men’s voices, which was an instant red flag considering where we are.” Yeah, no fucking way would Maribel let any man inside the house after hours. The fact we’re walking around right now is unheard of. I open the door to the truck so we can sit and talk without the brothers walking around and, well, dragging dead bodies from the house to the van.
“Thanks. All I found was a pen and thought, well, it’s that or nothing and I had no idea how many men there were.” The truck door creaks as I close it behind her once she’s sitting on the faux leather with more slashes than a horror flick.
A car drives up to the curb and I’m shocked to see the little red Honda. What the fuck is he doing here?
Cocking my head to the side, I feel a smile ticking up the corners of my mouth. Fuck, he looks so damn good in jeans and the long-sleeved shirt that hugs every fucking inch of him in all the right ways.
“Mac called. Psycho told her Kirsty might need some help.”
I frown. Who the fuck is Kirsty?
“The tenant?” No doubt reading my facial expression, Spencer enunciates each syllable like I’m two. Dammit, I wanted to ask for her name but got distracted by a crazy little Brit with green fire in her eyes. Oh well, I know it now. “And to be fair, I’m thinking Maribel may need someone to talk to as well.”
“Let me get this straight.” I chuckle at my choice of words. “You’re allowed in the house because you’re gay?” Spencer rolls his eyes at my question and I swear to fuck I want to grab the back of his head and push him onto my dick so he can makemyeyes roll in all the best of ways. But that would be inappropriate. Not that I’d care if it weren’t for the fact that Spence would not be amused.
“No, but I am a trained medical professional, in case you’ve forgotten.” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at the scene behind him. “Not a blood thirsty sociopath like some people I know.” He grins and it screams sarcasm. I don’t take it personally since he could be referencing any one of us. Except Bear. He’s the sane one out of all of us.
“Spencer Holt, are you flirting with me?” I take a step forward and he steps back, spine straight and solid.
“You’re incorrigible. Whatever happened to calling the police instead of going all vigilante?” I don’t know why he lowers his voice. Everyone here is in the know.
“That’s not how it works, Doc, and you know it.” I shrug. Rules are rules and that’s just the way it is.
“Yeah, I do.” He looks away and I instantly miss his undivided attention. I know he’s not comfortable with the way we do things here but I’m a selfish bastard. Parker was made for this but Spencer? He’s got choices to make and I hope I’m part of the equation.
Parker is bouncing up and down on her seat like a fucking flea with her sights on her favorite pet. Suddenly, all heavy thoughts of possibly losing Spence are pushed aside by the image of him on all fours and wearing a collar leash while I fuck—
Snap, snap. I blink as the star of my new favorite porno snaps his fingers in my face.
“Yeah?”
“I said, is Parker okay?” We both look over at her and she’s looking just fine. She barely has blood on her too. I’m guessing she quickly washed up while I was outside earlier.
“Yeah, she’s a tough one.” I raise a brow at Spencer. “Or else she’s a bit of a sociopath.” I chuckle because either is a legit option.
“So, she’s like you?” Smart ass.
We both turn at the sound of Hoops calling us over. And by us, I mean Parker, too.
I run back to the door like the gentlemen I never knew I was and open it for Parker.
“Come on, Stabby. I think the prez wants your side of the story.” The spark in her green eyes is gone and in its place is something darker. It happens in a split second, but I don’t miss it.
And I don’t like it.
“If you’ve got something to say, Parker, now’s the time.” I’m barely finished with my phrase when Shade and Hoops walk right up to us.
“Uh oh, I think I’m in trouble.” My eyes narrow at Parker’s words, but when I see Shade staring at her and Hoops looking like he’s in the know, I realize I’m about to learn shit I’m not gonna like.
“I know those guys,” Shade admits, and my brain takes a second to connect the dots. “And so does she.” He nods to Parker and my protective instincts go into high gear.