CHAPTER 102: QUESTION MARKS

MICHAEL

At seven in the evening, the rain was still pouring hard.

"I was wondering about the noise I heard from your room," Cole tried to sound innocent but failed. "It had me worried. I thought you guys were being stabbed. I guess it was just Tasha, who got stabbed a thousand times by you."

When I glanced at him, Cole was struggling to suppress a grin while sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand.

"Yeah, I heard it too," Enzo chimed in, dropping himself onto a single-seater couch and stealing a bag of chips from Aaron, who was engrossed in his phone.

"Jealous?" I teased them, knowing that they hadn't been getting laid lately.

Our family had been in isolation for years, and the freedom of these men had been severely restricted; in all aspects, sex was their least priority.

Companies were receiving threats, and even the board members were on the verge of terminating their contracts with our family. The only thing keeping them involved with us was the steady sales and profits, whic