Page 56 of The Killer Card

“Amigo.” Oh, fuck. Not the pity party. Not from him. “It’s been two fucking years.”

“Shut up, Rowan,” I grit out. But Elias is already looking between us with wide brown eyes.

“Two years? What’s been two years? Graham, what’s going on? Is it your sister? What happened—”

“My sister is fine,” I huff. “I told you she’s fine.”

“Then…. What’s going on…?” Elias’ eyes narrow. “Why are you passing girls off to my son as if he can’t pull just fine on his own?”

“Thanks, Dad…?” Cristian grimaces, clearly done with being the center of any discussion of his sex life around his father.

Lucky for him and very unfortunate for me, Elias returns his attention my way, pulling my beer toward him as if holding it hostage for ransom. “Dale, suéltalo.”

One look at Rowan tells me he is going to be absolutely useless and not at all on my side. Fair, he’s been carrying this particular secret around for the last two years- more out of fear of Naomi than loyalty to me, but still two entire years. I chew at the inside of my cheek for several seconds before finally releasing the deepest exhale.

“Fine,” I look Elias in the eye when I finally admit. “I’m in love with Naomi.”

Cristian’s jaw drops. Rowan actually chokes again, as his eyes grow just as wide as his cousin’s. “QUÉ?!” Elias asks.

“Sí, qué?!”

“You already know!” I gesture to Rowan.

“No, no, no, I knew you were fucking her for like two years—”

“QUÉ?!” Elias’ shout draws several eyes our way.

“I didn’t know you loved her!” Rowan protests. “Actually… No that makes sense. You’ve been fucking gone for her since we met them.”

Elias drags his hands through his hair, leaning his elbows on the table like he is physically incapable of processing this new information. “How did I not see this…?” He smacks Rowan in the arm. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“First of all, OW!” Rowan glares, then gestures to me. “I didn’t want to know! Clara and I walked in on them going at it in a bathroom—”

“Aye Dios mío!” Elias looks at me, horrified. “El baño?! Really, Graham?!”

“It was her idea,” I reach for my beer. “I tried to be much classier about it. Closets and shit—”

“You’re a fucking animal—”

“Because you and Poppy are any better! You fuck her in your office regularly, we all know it!”

“My office has a couch!”

Cristian’s nose wrinkles. “Por qué- You know what, no. Don’t answer that…”

Elias suddenly gets very serious, leaning forward to look me dead in my fucking eyes. “You’re in love with Naomi?”

“Sí.”

“Naomi Mychal?”

“Sí.”

“Naomi Mychal, Poppy’s best friend—”

“Sí! Coño, what about this is so hard to understand?!”

Elias throws up his hands. “I’m sorry! It’s just… Amigo, she’s always been so fucking mean to you. You two bicker constantly. We always thought you hated each other the way she treats you.”