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“Isaac decided to give up his cherry to that Middle Eastern guy from Dubai,” Levi chuckled as he took another bite of his toast.
Jared shot a glance over at Isaac, shaking his head. “Your first time, you’re supposed to start off with a little English, white guy. You don’t go hopping on the Godzilla of dicks! What’s wrong with you?”
Isaac shifted uncomfortably in his chair again as he took a sip of his orange juice. “Can you bitches stop already. I feel like I’ve spent all night being fucked by a cruise missile.” He grimaced again, shifting so he was sitting on one ass cheek this time.
“You need to use more lube,” both Gunnar and Anders responded at the same time, doing their creepy twin thing.
The six-foot-three, blond, blue-eyed brothers were the epitome of Scandinavian beauty. They mirrored each other in every way except that one was a top and the other was a bottom.
“You know it’s creepy when you do that twin Shining thing, right?” Isaac mentioned, shooting a glance over at the brothers busy devouring their food.
“What twin thing?” they responded in unison, raising their heads at the exact same moment.
Isaac shook his head.
“What’s Isaac’s problem? He got hemorrhoids or something?” Matteo asked as he took a seat at the head of the breakfast table.
Matteo ducked as a breakfast roll went flying by his head.
“No. Sonic here just decided it was a good idea to ride the ten-inch Arab instead of starting off in the wading pool,” Jared responded, taking a bite of his eggs.
Jared and Isaac had this weird, unhealthy obsession with teasing each other and trying to get under each other’s skin. Well, to be fair, it was more Isaac who did the teasing, and Jared just retaliated. A year ago, in a fit of anger, Jared called Isaac “Sonic,” making fun of his blue spiky hair and constant need to move around. The name kind of stuck, and the whole house began using it whenever mocking or wanting to annoy the man.
Matteo shook his head and sat down in his usual spot.
When the weather was warm, they liked to enjoy breakfast together outside in the gardens.
This was Levi’s favorite time of day. Breakfast with the family. This, right here, was the closest thing he had to a family. His mother was a stripper who ended up overdosing on heroin when he was just a boy, and his father was a raging alcoholic who basically forgot that he had a son when Levi turned thirteen.
Between the ages of thirteen and sixteen, Levi primarily took care of himself. He kept himself clothed by stealing clothing from the church bin down the street and made sure there was food on the table by stealing from the local grocer when his father forgot to go to work or got fired. Levi was pretty sure that the grocery store owner knew that he was nicking items but allowed him to get away with it for some unknown reason.
As a thank you for not saying anything or having him arrested, Levi left random envelopes of cash in the grocery store owner’s mailbox every once in a while, now that the man was retired.
Matteo shot Jared a fatherly look that told him to stop teasing his younger brother. While none of them were actually related, they were basically one big found family, with the patriarch being the stern-looking Italian currently shaking his head at Jared.
“Were you at least able to get some information from Mr. Baberie regarding his business dealings with the new hotel they are building by the waterfront?” Matteo asked, adding some bacon to his plate.
Isaac turned up his eyebrows like Matteo was crazy. “I was a little too distracted by the utility pole being shoved up my ass, boss.”
The guys at the table chuckled.
Matteo shot them all a glance.
“What’s my number one rule?” Matteo asked, returning his attention to the food on his plate.
“Always stay focused,” the guys around the table all said in unison.
It was a saying that they all heard a thousand times in one way or another. They were professionals. They dealt in the pleasures of the flesh but also in the collection of information.
Matteo had taught them all that their jobs were to gain the client's trust, give them the pleasure of their life, and gather as much private information as possible. They were never told why Matteo wanted the information or what he did with it. They just knew that it was their job to get it.
The other reason they needed to stay focused was for their own safety. Matteo and his security team did what they could to screen the guys they allowed into their establishment, but no system was perfect. The companions were allowed to drink, but never to the point where their judgment or reflexes were impaired. That was a rule that Matteo strictly enforced. He wanted to keep his boys safe and his family intact.
“Sorry, M. Next time, I’ll do better,” Isaac apologized, lowering his head like a schoolboy being punished.
Matteo just nodded without looking up at his failed son.
“And what about you, Levi? Anything new to report on our newest guest?” Matteo asked, finally looking up at the boy who sat shirtless at the breakfast table without any manners.
