Page 161 of Damián

And… What the hell?!

Back when I researched the Harknetts, I was only able to find four blurry pictures of Alexios on the entire internet. Like the paranoid hacker he is, he has no social media accounts, no tagged photos, nothing… so I never really knew what he looked like until now. And this man definitely does not look like a stereotypical hacker.

He looks more like a Greek Abercrombie model who stole a vintage Marvel shirt from Comic-Con.

Alexios walks toward us and sets the plate of pastries on the stone table to the left of our circle.

“Thanks for bringing them out, Alexios.” Finnian passes the dessert plates around until we all have one.

Then, he sits down next to Logan on the couch across from us and gives him a plate with different types of pastries he’d personally picked.

Logan smiles, and I watch Finnian’s freckled face turn a faint shade of pink as he mumbles a thank you.

Yep… Damián was definitely not kidding about that crush.

“Hello, Oliver.” Alexios stretches his hand toward me and smiles. “Alexios Vrakas. Hacker of the team.”

“Nice to meet you.” I take his hand and shake it, but when I am about to let it go, he keeps his grip on me and leans closer.

“Star Wars or Star Trek?”

“Oh my Gods, Alexios! Are you seriously asking that?”

“Yes, Leif, we don’t want to add more shitty taste to the team.”

They both look at me expectantly, and I can tell one is a Trekkie and the other loves Star Wars…

I personally love both.

…well, except the last Star Trek.

That movie was terrible.

Damián did tell me that Alexios loves Star Wars and is an avid D&D player. He also said Leif is all about love and forgiveness, so I guess the best thing to do right now would be to please the Greek teddy bear and beg Leif for forgiveness later.

“Obi-Wan forever,” I say.

“Yes!” Alexios lets go of my hand, cheering, while Leif groans, “No!”

“Dami, you picked a good man.”

“The best,” Damián agrees with Alexios, and my stomach is instantly swarmed with butterflies.

“Although I have to admit—” The Greek man takes a pie and sits next to Tae. “—when we first read your profile, we didn’t expect… this.”

“This?” I ask, confused.

“He means you’re not a total psycho killer,” Björn explains, tossing a beer to his brother. “Usually, cartel heirs are a bit more… stabby. And a lot less cute.”

“Björn, tone down the flirting with my man.”

“I wish I could.” He pats his chest. “But alas… it is a curse.”

“Is this curse also responsible for you making out with every fan who jumps you?” Knox asks around a mouthful of macarons. They look tiny, like Lego food in his huge hands.

I blink, looking between them. “He does?”

“Everywhere we go,” Logan nods, taking a bite of his chocolate cookie.