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“He’s always been protective of his toys.”
“I think this goes deeper than that,” Remington grinned, although it wasn’t as bright as his usual smile. “I think our boy’s fallen in love.”
As much as Remington might make fun of Cain—usually when he knew Cain was at least half a mile out of earshot—I thought they both were losing their damn heads. Remy’s intense concentration as he tried to hack his way to Aurora’s location didn’t fit his usual cool detachment.
I racked out in my bed for a few hours since we’d driven around all night, chasing ghosts. My nap wasn’t restful though. In my dreams, my mother’s face was shattered all over again as she reached for me. “Rey,” she whispered, the nickname she’d used for me as a child.King.
But then my dream shifted, and it was Aurora’s grasping fingers reaching for me, her gaze filled with pain and pleading.
When I woke up, the sheets were damp with sweat and tangled around my legs. I peeled them off me and went to take a shower. But I couldn’t stop thinking of Aurora. I tried to think about another girl, about porn, about anything, but I couldn’t stop imagining her. I could jerk my big dick off in the shower all I wanted, but I couldn’t get another girl to stay in my brain for two seconds, and every time I thought about Aurora, I thought about how maybe she was hurt, and my dick went limp.
“Fucking great. Now I’ve got Stellan problems,” I muttered to myself. He hadn’t been able to get hard for anyone but Aurora since she walked back into our lives.
Not that it was going to matter because there was a real possibility Cain would cut off his dick when he caught him.
By the time I got out, Cain was banging on my door. “Hey. I need you.”
Never a moment of fucking peace with these clowns.
I headed down to the den where Cain did business. Remy looked grouchy to have been roused from his room with all his computers, and he had his legs flung over one arm of the chair, working on his laptop. There were bags under his eyes and his hair was tousled—a little less artfully than usual.
“You look like shit,” I told him.
He didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “We don’t all take naps like fucking preschoolers.”
“Preschoolers are smarter than you. You need a nap. And a juice box. You’ll be in a better mood.”
“Can you two act like you aren’t fucking weirdos for five minutes?” Cain demanded as he walked in. “My dad’s coming over, wants to talk about a situation.”
“Great.” Asituationwas almost always an assignment for us to fix something or hurt someone.
“Because we have time for that,” Remy muttered.
“Pax and I will take care of it while you keep trying to prove you’re smarter than Stellan,” Cain said, and Remy’s head lifted, his gaze leaving the screen. Shots fired. Remy was not going to take that challenge well.
Cain went out to meet his dad and talk to him without us. I sank into the chair across from Remington, still bone-tired. Shitty sleep feels worse than no sleep.
“You know what’s funny?” Remington said. “I’m trying to track down all the locations that might be important to Stellan. And it occurred to me that if we were all halfway normal and functional people, we might just know where he lived, what mattered to him, without me having to hack into his accounts and search news articles about his sister and try to break into the police database.”
“Yeah? Well, we’ve never been those kinds of friends.”
“Maybe we haven’t been much of friends at all.”
I scoffed, thinking that was stupid. “Don’t get soft on me.”
Of course, Remy wasn’t the only thing going soft around here.
And I was pretty sure if I just got a look at Aurora, alive and unharmed, wearing that smile that was real and alive in a way that no one else seemed to be… I’d be back to normal.
So maybe Remy had a point.
“How’s your mom doing?” I asked.
Remy looked at me over his laptop screen, as if he realized exactly what I was doing, and I instantly regretted any attempt to be nice.
“She’s all right,” he said. “My aunt always wanted to help her and the kids. Mom’s in rehab, and whether it’ll take is… well, I’m not exactly filled with sunny optimism. But the kids are enrolled in school and therapy, and maybe they’ll turn out… better.” He shrugged.
As much as I might insult him, I thought Remy had turned out pretty good, given the rich asshole stock he came from. But I could see where he would want better for his younger siblings.
