“I can vouch for that,” Xenon added, still clicking away on his keyboard.
Grim nodded, piercing Mammoth with a hard look. “What about the interior?”
“The Crossroads is under construction starting tomorrow. All of our supplies were delivered this afternoon. Try not to break all your necks while we’re reinforcing the walls and replacing the glass. New mirror behind the bar is bullet-resistant and has the Royal Bastards patch etched into the surface. It’s fucking beautiful.”
Several brothers laughed as Grim flashed him a grin. “Fine job, VP. Don
’t fuck it up.”
“He might,” a deep voice growled, pushing through the doors of the chapel.
Papa crossed the room and shoved his nephew in the shoulder, knocking him out of his chair as Mammoth’s big ass nearly fell to the hardwood floors. A loud chuckle left his lips as he pulled a chair over and sat down.
“Your old ass is gettin’ slow. We started this meeting half an hour ago.”
“I’m fashionably fucking late,” Papa contradicted.
Laughter erupted around the room as Grim shook his head. “Better not see anyone show up late again or I’ll have you working with the prospects. Church is dismissed, you fuckers. Everyone stay sharp.”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU doing?”
Not an hour after church, I ran into Rael sitting on a stool in the middle of the common room. He wasn’t alone. Wraith flashed me a grin of gold teeth before taking the razor in his hand and scraping it across Rael’s head. It wasn’t the fact that Wraith was shaving another brother’s head that was weird –– it was the goddamn strip of duct tape going down the center from Rael’s forehead up and over the slope of his thick dome and then down the back of his neck nearly to his shoulders.
“I want a mohawk,” he replied defensively.
Blinking, all I could do was snicker.
“What?” Rael barked, defensive. “I can’t ever get it right on my own.”
“And the duct tape?”
Wraith’s lips twitched. “He wants the lines perfect.”
Again, duct tape? That was the best option?
“Nylah is gonna kick your ass,” I taunted.
“She’ll love it. Besides, I’ll be too busy giving her what she craves that she won’t care.” He grabbed his dick to prove the point.
“If you touch your cock again while I’m shaving your head, I’ll fucking slit your throat,” Wraith threatened.
By now, I could hardly keep from laughing.
Rael pursed his lips but quickly moved his hand to his knee. “Grumpy fucker.”
Wraith slid the blade along his skull and didn’t bother to reply.
“If that’s true,” I began, stroking the light growth of beard on my chin, “then why are you doing this when Nylah isn’t here?”
Wraith smirked like he already asked the same damn thing.
“I want to surprise her,” Rael blurted defensively.
“Bullshit.” I called it like it was while Wraith let out a loud guffaw, muttering under his breath. “Pussy.”
Rael jumped to his feet, shoving Wraith back. “Fuck you both.”
“Aw, come on, don’t get your panties twisted.” This was too much fun. I couldn’t resist fucking with him. Rael made it so easy.