“Fucking pussy got wasted before the good shit happened,” Nico answers for him. “Had to man up and entertain them myself. It was a challenge, but lucky for them, I was man enough for the job.”
“You’re a hypocrite,” Calli spits. “I can’t ride on a bike of some guy who has zero interest in me, but you can sit there proudly telling us all about spending the night with two girls.”
“Children, children,” Alex sings. “We all know Nico needs all this attention to make him feel like a man. He can’t help it, baby C.”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“Nico,” Toby pipes up. “Shut the fuck up, man. You wouldn’t want me to tell everyone how you couldn’t get it up that time.”
“Oh my God,” Alex and Seb howl in delight. Even Calli snorts a laugh at that announcement.
And just like that, everything is normal once more.
I look around at everyone as Emmie comes to sit in the empty chair beside me and I can’t help but smile.
There might be a lot of fucked-up things surrounding each of our lives, but they’re my family, and I’d take a bullet for every motherfucker around this table.
“Did anyone invite the devil incarnate to this little gathering?”
Alex’s lips part to respond, but he doesn’t need to. Guilt is written all over his face.
“He’s probably busy,” Seb says.
“Or he’s downstairs selling his soul?” Nico adds.
“You’re a bunch of pricks,” I mutter, pulling my phone from my pocket and shooting him a message.
It’s read immediately, but he never replies or even starts typing.
Pushing it aside, I drop a kiss on Emmie’s cheek, which makes the guys groan.
“Pussy-whipped motherfucker,” Alex barks around a mouthful of chow mein.
Flipping him off, I reach for the closest container, ready to start filling my plate.
“This is… weirdly nice,” Emmie whispers in my ear when I offer her the food first.
“Yeah. It is. Welcome to the family, wife.” I wink.
“Oh, didn’t you notice? I’ve been a part of it for a while. You just tried to ignore my presence,” she quips.
“Babe, you’re impossible to ignore. I used to know where you were every second.”
“Stalker,” she hisses.
“Certified. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She holds my eyes, a wicked smile pulling at her lips. “I forgot to tell you. I recorded you in the hotel room Friday night.”
My eyes widen in shock, but all I do is shrug. “Enjoy it, Hellcat. Just make sure you film your reaction to watching it for me.”
“I didn’t stop it from recording when I walked out.”
My mind spins for a moment. “You mean you’ve got…”
“Pretty sure, yeah.”
“Do not give that fucking tablet back to Seb,” I growl.