My gift to her

Jas' POV

All day we've been on the hunt. All damn day. Yet we haven't found one clue. Chef is lost in his emotions as we wander around town trying to figure out where his woman went. When we get home, we are both angry at the world. I open the door, letting Chef in and locking it behind us. 

But before I lock it, I make sure I slam it loud enough to wake the dead. How the fuck does this happen under out noses? This is bullshit and I can't let it keep happening. I love our women, but we need to get more focused on the business. Maybe if we brought them into it, we could get more done. 

I start to storm up the stairs, and start laughing when I see Jordan, his bottom half is wrapped in a blanket and his cock is standing straight up at attention as he holds his gun facing the ground. "What the fuck, bro?"

I just slap my leg and laugh hard, I needed to stop going up the stairs so I could laugh. When I catch my breath, I look at him and hold up a hand