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Lucia glances at him. “And you… you’re not Defiance material, are you, son?” she states, and Nash glances up with a scowl.
“The club’s not for me… no offense.” He quickly snaps his head back to Reaper, who grips his shoulder and gives it a squeeze.
“None taken. C’mon, let’s head inside. Try to find this husband of yours, hey, Lucia?” Reaper suggests, and she grins, spins, then moves inside, and we follow.
The luxury and opulence of the place hits me in the face like a damn sledgehammer.
White walls. Marble floors. Chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. The grand staircase is front and center as we walk through the foyer. Not to mention an expensive-looking piano sitting in the main entrance.
Like, who the fuck has a piano in their foyer with a chandelier above it?Pretentious people with too much money, that’s who!
Nash and Novah glance around the space, casually looking back at me in awe, and I narrow my eyes on them. They’ve never seen anything like this before. Sure, their world opened up to new things since Defiance has come along, and their father Harry is wealthy in his own right, but this is something else.
We walk into a sitting room, and Lucia gestures for us all to sit on the long sofa. “Angus!” she screams again as a tall man strides in, wearing a bowler hat. The man towers over the tiny Lucia.
“Damn, woman, lower your cow horn. You’ll wake the neighbors,” Angus states with a smirk.
Reaper stands and walks over. They pull each other in, slapping their backs in some sort of manly thing men seem to do.
Lucia shakes her head. “It’s four in the afternoon. If the neighbors are sleeping, it’s because they overdosed again. And honestly, someone needs to get Rohan into rehab anyway because he is out of contro—”
“Lucia, get our guests some drinks, will you?” Angus interrupts, his eyes drifting toward me.
Lucia’s smile falls, and she nods. “Yes, dear.” She walks over to the wet bar to make the drinks.
Reaper wraps his arm around Angus. “Well, old pal, I’d like you to meet my new family. My Old Lady, Ingrid, and her children… my stepkids, Novah and Nash.”
Angus glances at my children. “Nice to meet you all, finally. I’ve heard so much. Honestly, this idiot doesn’t shut up about you.”
I raise my brow. “Really? Because I haven’t heard much about you,” I reply.
“I’m not surprised…” Reaper rolls his shoulders as Angus smiles like he isn’t bothered by my honesty. “We sometimes don’t see each other for long periods of time. Depends on my schedule. But the tour just finished, and I’m home for a couple of months. So when Reaper told me he was in LA, and I am finally here at the same time, I knew we had to catch up. It’s been what? Six years, old friend?”
Reaper nods, gripping Angus’ shoulder. “Easily… where’s the kids? They’ve got to be really shootin’ up by now?”
“They’re with the nanny. We have to homeschool them. They were getting too much attention with kids knowing who I am and shit. They need to be protected… but Lucia can go get them for you.”
She nods, walking out of the room.
I furrow my brows, feeling like I’m missing something, and glance around the room, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.
Why are his kids being homeschooled?
Why is he away so much?
Then I see it.
The framed picture on the wall of one of the world’s most famous rock bands.
Uncensored.
It hits me—Angus is the lead singer.
Sure, they’re not as popular as they were fifteen years ago, but they’re classic rock. They have some of the biggest hits the world has known. I’ve sung them in the car with Novah and Nash more times than I can count.
“Holy shit,” I mumble under my breath.
Reaper glances at me, letting out a small laugh. “There it is.”
