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“That’s…very specific,” Lena comments, brows lifting.
“I mean I’d probably cut his dick off and feed it to him first, so there’s that,” he replies with a shrug.
Lena shudders. “Ew, gross.”
“Okay, Beast, I think we’ve gathered you’re not into sharing,” York grins. “Moving on.”
“I can’t help it if you motherfuckers turned this conversation upside down. You know I was actually trying to be supportive, Lena. No harm intended when I started this conversation. It’s not my fault that dicksplash lowered the tone.”
“Supportive? You’re about as supportive as a wet paper bag," Lena retorts, but despite her words, her tone is lighthearted, and she leans over and briefly gives Beast’s hand a gentle squeeze. We all know despite Beast's predilection for violence towards his enemies, he is fiercely protective, loyal and supportive of the ones he loves.
"You wound me," Beast replies, putting his hand over his heart in mock hurt. "But seriously, Lena, we're all just excited to see you both so happy. You know how Gray gets when he's all broody and shit, and for the last year or so he's been like a thug without his weapon.”
“Shouldn’t that be abear with a sore head?” York asks.
“Same difference,” Beast shrugs. “Anyhow, we’re all glad Gray finally pulled his finger out of his arse and made you his."
Lena can't help the small smile that graces her lips. "I know. I just wish everyone would stop making such a big deal out of it."
"Fair enough, sweetheart. We hear you loud and clear, don't we, York?" Beast asks, giving him a pointed look. “No more winding Lena up.”
He holds his hands up in defeat. "Fuck, fine. Spoil my fun, why don't you."
"What fun?" Konrad asks, pulling out the chair next to Leon and taking a seat. “Are we taking on some of these cunts you’ve got here tonight?”
“Woah! Calm down, Mr Mask,” Beast says, holding his hands up and giving Konrad a look. “You know the rules of the club. No fighting unless it’s in the cage.”
Konrad rolls his eyes. “Then set me up. I’m in the mood for a good brawl.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Christy chastises, turning her attention to Beast. “Put any of my men in the cage, and you’ll have me to deal with.”
Beast pulls a face, mumbling something indistinct under his breath.
“Christy, a good fight never hurt anyone,” Konrad says, smirking when she throws him a glare.
Like Jakub and Leon, Konrad’s dressed in an expensive tailored suit made of the finest black wool money can buy. Incredibly handsome even with the scar running down his cheek, Konrad is as beautiful as he is deadly. With the Brov name as their legacy, they come from old money, money that's been bathed in a long history of bloodshed. Pretty sure most of the criminals in attendance have heard of The Masks, their namesake, and I'd bet that most of them are too afraid to cross them, which is another reason why Zayn needs to relax. We’re sitting at a table with powerful people. Between Asia and her men, who’ve grown up scrappy and helped her take out her dad, the King, The Masks who have a fierce reputation and a streak of violence even Christy can’t quite tame, Beast who is known to cut the hearts out of his enemies and is married to the toughest woman in the criminal underground scene, and of course my own men who once had a reputation of their own, I think we’re good.
"In answer to your earlier question, Konrad, we were just admiring Lena's ability to put a smile on Gray's face,” York deadpans, and I can see his need to slide in another quip, but he refrains when I glare at him in warning.
“Ah, so that’s why he’s so…smiley,” Konrad retorts as if that word is offensive.
“Nothing wrong with being happy, mate,” Beast says, patting Lena on the shoulder.
Konrad considers Beast’s words, eying Lena. “The love of a good woman can do that to a man,”
“Don’t we all know it,” Beast agrees good-naturedly, as Konrad turns to his brother Jakub.
“You’ve been cracking smilesandmirrors with your love-sick grin ever since Christy tamed our wild hearts, isn’t that right, Jakub?”
“You actually smile?” Camden blurts out, saying what we’re all thinking.
For a moment we all hold our breath, waiting to see how he’ll respond. Jakub’s never been a banter kind of guy so when he replies, “I think you’ll find it’syourugly as fuck face that’s been cracking all the mirrors, Kon,” we all fall about laughing. Even Jakub grins. “And for the record, Idosmile.”
“Glad that’s been cleared up,” Beast says with a chuckle. “Well, as much as I’ve enjoyed the chit-chat, I’ve got to check in on our fighters. Make sure they’re ready to go. Ford’s been keeping them company with Grim whilst I do the rounds. Catch you later?”
He winks at Jakub, who gives him a brief dip of his head before wandering off.
As the group continues to chat and joke around, the noise levels rise until I can barely hear myself think. Feeling a headache coming on, coupled with the same tiredness I've been feeling for a few days now, I rest my hand on Zayn’'s thigh to get his attention.
