“Asshole—”
I slide off the bed, and the conversation stops. Shaking my head, I move to the closet, grab some clothes, and go to the bathroom. As I start the shower and move to the sink to set down my clothes, I can’t help the giant smile on my face. I love all of them. Living here, I'll have my best friend close, and four men who will do anything to make me happy, even face the wrath of Remy when he sees his kitchen.
This is where I belong.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bane
Haven walked into the kitchen wearing jeans, a baggy sweater, and a bright smile as if she didn’t hear any of the ridiculous conversation. She praised Lawson and Rylee for their pancakes, like they weren’t paper-thin. She ate five of them because that’s how many it took to be as thick as a regular one. I soaked up her tender look when she ate the casserole. I knew it was good; I ate five helpings.
The goal of the day is to keep Lawson distracted from what will be happening in Heath’s gym. Remy needed to show his face at work and deal with problems with an employee, so it’s up to Hunter and me. Haven is doing it without knowing, and Rylee hasn’t mentioned that I invited her over. I knew she would bring humor, and Haven needed to see her. I have men working in our mate's apartment, packing. They are under strict rules tostay out of her bedroom. Thinking about another man touching her clothes makes my skin itch. I sent a woman to do that job. She needs her things, and I would rather keep her here with us and as far away from her father as possible. If he has someone watching the apartment, we may run into problems. Our men are aware. I’m keeping a close eye on my phone in case they contact me.
“It was delicious, Bane,” Haven whispers, leaning close.
“Thanks, Butterfly.” I brush my fingers over her hand.
“Who’s on dish duty?” Lawson asks.
“You,” Hunter says.
“Why?” Lawson glares at him.
“So I won’t have to lie when Remy asks if I fucked up his kitchen.” Hunter grins.
“Same,” I say.
“You cooked too,” Rylee says.
“Yeah, but I put everything back exactly how I found it.” I take a drink, hiding my smirk.
“I’ll help,” Haven says.
“No, we messed it up,” Lawson says.
“Let’s do this,” Rylee grumbles, pushing back her chair.
My phone buzzes, and I glance at it.
“I’ll be back,” I mumble. Standing, I meet Hunter’s gaze. He knows the plan for the day. I nod tightly, and he tenses. I step outside quickly and walk around to the back of the house. I roll my shoulders and call my guy back. “What’s going on?” I ask.
“Her place is almost done. The apartment manager showed up halfway through with questions. I gave him your number,” Easton says.
“He didn’t call,” I say.
“I didn’t think he would. I have suspicions that he called her father.”
“A lookout?”
“Maybe, unless her father always had men stalking her place.”
“Possible.” I really wish we could kill her father. “Did they approach?”
He chuckles. “They tried. Asher discouraged conversation.”
“I bet.” Asher is a bear shifter and big as fuck. Easton is a leopard shifter, and I’m certain his fierce expression didn’t invite conversation.
“It helped having his brother with him.” Asher’s brother is just as big.
