Fucking men!
“If you’re too dense to see that we’ve only ever seen Emma as a sister, then it’s good we’re the ones making the calls regarding her security,” Fernando adds.
Closing my eyes, I pray to whatever divine entity is listening that they’ll spare me all of this bullshit.
“Enough,” Uncle Uilliam barks. “None of you are fucking in charge of anything. Thomas makes the security calls. Now all of you zip your damn mouths closed. The adults are talking.”
I knew someone up there loved me.
Unable to hide my amusement, I burst into laughter, cackling until my sides begin to hurt, and I swear I pee a little.
“Good. I’m glad everyone’s finally on the same page-moving day is tomorrow, gentlemen. We’ll see you in the morning and not a moment sooner,” my grandfather states, dismissing everyone but Dad, Uncle Uilliam, and me.
I stand to exit the room behind them. “Not you, Ry. We need to discuss a few items with you,” my father says.
Nodding, I wait until they file out, and the door snicks closed before I speak, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. We need to update you on a few things,” Uncle Uilliam answers.
“Okay,” I offer, hoping they’ll spit it out. Dad comes around the table, and my heart rate kicks up. “You’re scaring me. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?”
Sitting, my father clasps my hand. “Once we’ve gotten rid of Senator Baker and whoever else he’s working with, I’m going to take my seat as the head of the Council so that I can change the rules barring women from the Fraternitas.”
My eyes widen in shock. “Really?”
“Yes,” he replies. “It’s been long overdue. There’s no good reason the Fraternitas should only be open to men.”
I beam with excitement.
Maybe I won’t have to go with the nuclear option after all.
SEBASTIAN
“Make sure you don’t scratch that,” I order, pointing at the men climbing the stairs carrying Emma’s dresser before turning to watch the parade of movers coming through the door.
I can’t begin to express the calm that has fallen over me knowing that Emma’s here. The collective sigh of relief we all had was palpable.
“Shit.” I hear one of the men mutter at the same time another shouts, “Watch where you’re going, Bobby.”
Spinning, I watch as
Bobby nearly drops the very item I told him not to. “What the fuck does it look like I’m doing, Frankie, twiddling my thumbs by the water cooler?”
The two idiots continue to argue, holding up the line.
“Hey,” I bark, garnering their attention. “Quit bickering and get fucking moving.”
They grunt their understanding and proceed upstairs, where August and Karl are overseeing things. They’ll do their jobs if they know what’s good for them.
I make a mental note to check with Liam about which company Emma’s father hired. He’s in the security room with Thomas and the other three shits going over the tech he’s installed.
My teeth clench at the reminder of the three stooges that are always one word away from being minced meat. While Reign, Fernando, and Elias aren’t our favorites, they keep her safe. A task that should be easier now that we’re under one roof. So, for now, they stay.
I moved in last week. Wherever Emma is, I will always be. The time apart from her was worse than I could ever imagine. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. And while it did, it’s not a lesson I endeavor to revisit.
A few more movers enter the house with boxes as I follow the sound of Shay’s voice.
“All your men under one roof. The amount of dick you’re about to be riding!”
Oh, this is a conversation I’m happy to be overhearing.
Creeping closer, I peer down at my sock-clad feet, glad I opted out of putting on shoes.
“Shay,” Emma gasps in faux shock before she bursts into giggles.
“What? Don’t act like you aren’t eager to have one of them shift your womb,” Shay retorts.
Inching even closer, I stop at the edge of the entrance to the living room, waiting for her response.
“I’ve been so fucking horny. It’s like my libido is supercharged, knowing the guys are around,” Emma replies, and I smirk.
The image of her spread before me as I make her come for the third time pops into my head. She won’t have that issue for much longer. I won’t be surprised if August sneaks into her room tonight.
“Just let me know when yuh plan fi ride the cocky so I can pop in my earplugs.”
Emma bursts into laughter as they continue their conversation. I wait for them to move on to another topic before finally announcing my presence.
“Ladies,” I greet.
Emma’s stormy gray irises glance up as she smiles. “Bash,” she breathes, and I fight to keep a tent from rising in my sweatpants. She must see the hunger for her burning in my eyes.
“Okay, you two. Cut it out. Save the seduction for when I’m not sitting right here.” Shay snickers, waving her hand and severing our connection.
Turning, I quirk my brow, and Shay mirrors my action.
“Don’t give me that look, Sebastian Grant. You can have Emma time later.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.