Page 8 of Max

The place was still dark, so he let himself in, flipped on the lights, and found his way back to the kitchen. First thing he did was put on a pot of coffee. Viktor and Kade should be here soon. He’d sent a text to them both telling them to hightail it to the office ASAP to deal with the demands of a potential new client. He’d also texted Jasper to see if he was on a case, and if not, to get his ass here as well.

Considering it was six in the morning, he wasn’t sure if Kade or Jasper was awake. Kade might be since he had two kids, but at least he knew Viktor was up and would be here soon.

Max dug around in the freezer and came up with some breakfast burritos. Thank God for Mason’s girlfriend, Jo. She kept these damn things stocked for Mase. He was starved, and these would do. He threw the last of them in the microwave for a few minutes then into the oven to brown. He hated eating microwaved burritos. They got soggy.

He was just pouring a cup of coffee when he saw the security monitor in the kitchen come to life. Viktor, followed by Jasper, came in the front doors.

“Kitchen,” he hollered when he heard their voices. He took two more mugs out of the cabinet and poured them both a cup.

“Fuck, it’s early.” Viktor ran a hand through his hair and sniffed. “What’s that deliciousness I smell?”

“Mase’s burritos.”

“Don’t let him catch you eating those.” Jasper reached into the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk. He added some to his coffee and passed it to Viktor. “He about flipped last time he came in and there were none left, bitching that he didn’t even get one.”

“Oops.” Max pulled them out of the oven. “I put the last of them in for us.”

Jasper laughed and took a sip of the milk-heavy coffee. Angel, Kade’s wife, only drank real milk in her coffee. She’d converted almost the entire security firm to her way of thinking. Even Max. Using any kind of other creamer tasted…less. He was never one for any of those flavored creamers, anyway.

Viktor handed out paper towels, and they each took two of the burritos and sat down at the small kitchen table to eat.

“Tell me about this client and her demands.” Viktor closed his eyes when he took the first bite. “Where the hell does Jo get these? I can’t find them.”

“A small grocery store close to her and Mason’s apartment. That’s what she told Sloane, at least. I have her on the hunt for them.”

Sloane was Jasper’s future wife. They still hadn’t set a date, though.

“Her name is Shayna Moore…”

“The soap star?” Jasper paused in stuffing his mouth to gape at him.

“You know who a soap star is?” Viktor arched a brow in question.

“Yes. Sisters, remember? And Sloane watches her too.”

“She’s got a stalker who broke into her apartment, and she’s freaking out. There have been threats made through the mail the studio receives as well. She didn’t know about those until yesterday when the execs had to come clean to the police.”

“The life of a celebrity,” Viktor muttered around the food in his mouth. “Fucking brilliant.”

“How did you get the call, though?” Jasper asked. “Doesn’t that usually go through Vik or Kade?”

“My sister is how I got the call. I’m going to murder her later.”

They both stared at him, the unspoken question as clear as dirt on a white truck.

“She and my sister are apparently good friends, and Desi recommended me. She woke me up at four in the fucking morning to be at the set by five.”

“How does your sister know Shayna Moore? Does she work on set with her?” Viktor took another drink of coffee then turned his entire focus on Max.

Letting people know his baby sister was a superstar was not something he did. Ever. But they were going to find out because of Shay.

“I’m not exactly sure how they met, per se, but it was probably when Desi was in New York performing.”

Again with the questioning expressions.

“My sister is Desiree.”

They both blinked at him, not understanding.

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