Page 50 of Son of a Witch

I set the phone down and sobbed into my palms.

Pascal rushed in first, Knoxe trying to take the lead, and Tor bumbling behind him. Thankfully, Ben was discrete enough to give us space.

Tor clapped and boasted my praise, “That was so fucking dirty, Supergal.”

“Sexy as fuck.” Knoxe came up behind me, tipped my head back, and leaned down to steal my mouth with his.

Tor shoved him aside, stealing a long, simmering lock of tongues. He cupped my jaw and swiped his thumb over my jaw, his gaze penetrating mine. The playful joker light extinguished in his eyes. “You’ll be reunited soon.”

I wanted to cry and ask him when. Answers none of us knew. Our fate was in the hands of the warden.

Pascal crouched beside my chair, brushing his fingers back and forth on my knee. “Songbird?”

“I’m fine,” I lied, sniffing, dashing away tears.

The looks on my other men’s faces conveyed the guilt they shared in me staying for them.

Pascal cupped my cheek. “How’s Raze doing?”

“Good. He’s still hunting for the box.” I gave them something to bolster their faith.

“Hope he rips off Devon’s ears and feeds them to him for taking it,” Tor snarled.

“That’s vicious of you, buddy,” Pascal said.

“What?” Tor shrugged. “Raze ripped off his nuts and he’s got none to choke on.”

Knoxe chuckled and settled into the chair beside me, taking my hand, sweeping his thumb over it. He didn’t say anything, as if he knew not to ask, and thrust the knife causing me pain deeper.

“Did you arrange that?” I sniffed again.

“Nope. Raze did that all on his own.” He smiled.

I hummed and leaned my head on his shoulder. “Raze said he’s building us a cabin.” I asked the question looming on my mind like the roll of a dark storm on the horizon. “With a bedroom each.”

“What? No sex dungeon? Pool? Gym? Pantry for all my Candy.”

I hiccup-laughed. Trust Tor to want all that.

“Not a make-up mirror to style your hair?” Knoxe teased.

I laughed harder. Tor spent way too much time on his hair of a morning.

Tor hit Knoxe with his fist. “I’m a pretty boy. I’ve gotta look good and have the biggest mirror in the house.”

“It’s a cabin! It’s tiny.” I laughed into my palm.

“It’s not gonna fit our big personalities.” Tor steered around the small space with a swelled chest. “Or all my make-up and styling products.”

That was it. I lost it. I bent over my desk laughing.

“You’re a vain guy, buddy.” Pascal didn’t get the joke as usual and I explained it to him. “He’s gonna have to economize.”

We all laughed.

“Economize on lube?” Tor cocked a single brow. “Condoms? What if I want extra large, ribbed for her pleasure, glow in the dark?”

“Bad luck,” Knoxe got in. “Not enough room.”

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