“Ignore him,” Abel said.
“I am,” Remi said. “Honey got into my bottom drawer and slept on my clothes. That’s where she sleeps now. Every single damn night.”
“Aw,” Riff said. “That’s so cute.”
Remi turned and Abel stepped into Remi’s path. “Hey. Show Maverick the pictures.”
“I’m going to break your neck,” Remi growled at Abel. “Then I’m going to break Riff’s neck. Then I’m going to take the twig that Lay calls a dick and snap it in half.”
“You’re not touching my dick, Remi,” Lay called out. “Females only!”
“Remi,” I said in the same tone as before. “Show me the pictures.”
He turned and stepped toward me.
“No,” he said. “Use your imagination.”
“Here,” Abel said. “Look at the pictures of Izzy we took last night. At three in the morning. Taking family selfies. We’re crazy, huh?”
I looked at Abel’s phone and smiled.
This locker was like family to all of us.
We were family to each other.
I stared at the picture of Abel, Wren, and Izzy for a few more seconds.
Then I handed the phone back to Abel.
I looked around at everyone.
I took a deep breath.
“I’m in love with Alonso’s daughter.”
“Fucking finally!”Lay cried out.
He turned and sat down and let out a sigh of relief.
“Can you close your legs?” I asked Lay.
“Your sack is dangling,” Riff said.
“I don’t care,” Lay said. “I’m glad this is off my chest.”
“What’s happening here?” Abel asked.
“I’ve been sleeping with Madison,” I said. “The photographer. Alonso’s daughter.”
All eyes went wide.
Except Lay and Remi.
Remi grinned at me and nodded.
“It was a one-night stand before we knew who we were,” I said. “She even used a fake name. But then it just kept going. We had to keep it secret for obvious reasons. I hope I can trust you all to do the same right now.”
“This is wild,” Riff said. “What about Alonso? You heard what he said, right? You know he has a reputation…”