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“Don’t tell me what to do, pup.” He tried to stand three times before finally succeeding, then shuffled around the bed. “If you’re folding laundry, I’m helping.”
She grabbed one end of the basket and pulled it away from him. “I’ll do it tomorrow.”
His hand gripped the other end, pulling it back his way. “We’ll do it together.”
She blinked up at him. “Fold laundry?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I don’t know if folding laundry is your thing.”
“Why? Because I’m a man? Fuck gender roles.” He plucked something out of the basket—and her face turned scarlet as she realized it was a pair of lace panties. “Besides, I get an excuse to ogle your underthings.”
She snorted. “My underthings?”
He folded the panties and set them aside. “Are you going to stand there and watch me, or are you going to help?”
Shay relented with a sigh. “Fine. But if you get the towels wrong, you’re fired.”
Roman’s answering smile showed off his dimple and made the gold flecks in his irises come back to life. “Deal.”
86
Roman’s House
YVESWICH, STATE OF KER
This night fucking sucked. For more reasons than Darien could count.
He was going to explode. Explode or puke, whichever came first. Because he kept getting slammed with one thing after another, and eventually, he was going to break.
Eventually might come tonight.
He paced in Roman’s kitchen, the others crowding around Tanner at the oak table. The hacker’s laptop was open, the screen displaying the security camera footage at Hell’s Gate.
The footage that showed Gaven and the imperator’s men trespassing on Darien’s property, entering his house and destroying everything, the home he and his family had built together.
The destruction wasn’t even the worst part.
The men had stolen Mortifer. On the screen, the Hob hid behind the cereal boxes. Darien could see Morty visibly jump with fright when one of the men threw aside the cereal boxes and grabbed Mortifer as if he were a rag doll—as if he had the right to touch him.
He’d stuffed Mortifer into a canvas bag, cinching it shut.
And then he’d punched the fucking bag.
“Turn that off!” Darien snapped, his words cutting through the tense, quiet room like a knife. “I don’t need to see it a third time!”
Tanner snapped the laptop shut.
“Was that Lionel?” Malakai asked, the question dripping with rage—with vengeance. “I swear I saw Lionel—”
“It was,” Lace said, her voice thick and wobbling. “The imperator’s buying everyone out.” The Huntsmen. The Wargs too, probably. Lionel, Channary—they had already been bought, Darien would bet. And whoever the imperator couldn’t bribe, he aimed to kill. The Angels…they weren’t safe—
“Has anyone talked to Dominic?” Ivy asked, practically reading Darien’s thoughts. None of their friends were safe.
But Max said, “He’s fine.” The reassurance allowed Darien to draw a breath. “He’s coming here too, but he’s a couple days behind. I think Quinton planned on sending the same men after him once they’d come for us.” He shared a look with Dallas.
“But the asshole didn’t anticipate us killing them,” Travis chimed in.
