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I grabbed my phone and took a picture of this momentous occasion. There was no way he was going to live this down. Not after we all learned how much of a perfectionist he was. I think he would burn my phone if he knew I had this. I sent it to the cloud just in case.
A twinge of my back muscles had me spreading my wings, stretching out. It felt like I was in the dog house, and I did not like it.
Once we came back from the big showdown with Vincent; Falcon, Ax, Lex, and I decided to move into the Desmond compound. None of us could even attempt to be separated from her for long, and she was more than happy to oblige. Rayla came up with the idea to knock down some walls between her and Cosmo’s rooms and made a whole mega room for all of us. It was massive with six different sections with closets for each of us. A new bathroom with four different shower heads, a six person jacuzzi tub, and a double vanity with three sinks on each side. One for each of us.
Then there was the bed situation.
It was made very clear, after a few tries, that sleeping in one big bed together was not for this group. Ax moved a lot in his sleep. Lex only took power naps and would just stare at Rayla all dayinstead of sleeping, which creeped the rest of us out, keeping us up. Rayla, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind as much, go figure. Falcon didn't like too much body heat while he slept, and Cosmo was a light sleeper and would wake up whenever anyone moved. I liked to sleep on silk sheets only, it helped with the chaffing for the wings, but apparently, that was a deal breaker for some.
That's why we ended up having our own smaller beds in our sections, all of us but Rayla. She got an upgraded ginormous bed that fit all of us. Most nights, we rotated on who could sleep on either side of her, which worked out for the most part since we all had busy schedules now that we were bosses, but it was an unspoken rule that if we were going to all fuck, it would be in Rayla’s bed. She never minded. Which was why, even though she didn't throw us out of the room, it felt like it when she decided to work in her office all night.
I hated it. I didn't like this feeling of disconnect from her, especially when I just came back into town, which made me feel a little lost. My heart hurt from the separation. I rubbed at my chest absently, but I didn't know how to fix it. How to make it right again.
A familiar fatherly voice broke me from my internal pity party. “Is that my son on the couch? What the hell did you do?! It's not good that you’re already in the dog house during your honeymoon period.” My father tsked, and my eyes flew open to see him on the big screen tv right in front of me.
Behind my father, I could see flashes of the other fathers . . . well, I guess they would be my soon to be father-in-laws . . .right?My father was holding the phone too close to his face, arguing withwhoever was behind him, and the phone shook as someone was trying to take it away.
“Ha! They’re not married until I see my little girl in a dress walking down an aisle. As it stands now, they’re just playing house!” Ternin’s voice took over the speaker as they fought over who should hold the phone.
“Ternin,” I tried to use a light tone as I replied to his common complaint. “We told you that we’ll get to that as soon as we’re more settled in our positions. With you all stepping down and us relocating, we want to have everything solid before we put focus on such a big event.” I looked to the side to see Falcon leaning against the wall the TV was on, making sure he was out of the shot, his phone being the one plugged into the TV. So this little impromptu conference call was his fault.
“Oh, so now you’re trying to blame us for not becoming her husbands?” I turned back to the TV, opening my mouth to respond, but he beat me to the punch. “Well, let me tell you this,boy, it’s not official until you put a ring on it . . . . Well, I guess five rings. His face scrunched up as he looked to the ceiling and tapped his chin, “Have you guys figured out how that’s going to work? Is it going to be a ring on each finger of her left hand or five rings on the same finger? Don't you think that will affect her punching with the additional weight?”
Falcon rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he kept quiet while Ternin went on one of his tangents. Like he was waking up from the dead, Ax jackknifed up, mumbling out, half awake, “Oh, god, I think I was having a nightmare. Syris and Ternin were complaining incessantly.”
I had enough, and I threw a pillow at his head to wake him up. “What the fuck, Avery?!”
I smirked as he glared, and I pointed at the TV. “It's not a nightmare, idiot.”
He slowly turned his head to see his father this time, frowning like he normally was. “Really, son? You also were kicked out? What the hell are you boys doing over there? Having a fucking sleep over?” This time, Ax growled, throwing a pillow at Falcon, who dodged it easily.
Falcon whispered, looking at the TV to make sure he wasn't in the frame. “It wasn't like I had a choice. My father called, and by the time I picked up, Syris was on the other side threatening to set a paint bomb off in my lab.” He visually shivered, a slight panic laced his eyes, and I couldn't blame him.
My father was the first one to do and say weird, outlandish things for attention, but if you didn't give in to him, he would follow through. He claimed he was a “free spirit”, but it was more of a spirit of chaos.
Their phone dropped, growls and curses followed as we watched hands fumbling with the phone until my father’s face came in clear, and he looked like he was holding out the phone and running down a hallway.
"Syris! Bring it back!" Sounded in the background, and he was grinning ear to ear.
He quickly huffed, “Soooo here's what you need to do to makeup. Since that girl has a sweet tooth, one of you," he tilted his head to the side in thought, "maybe all of you, need to dip your dick-"
"Nope! Not dealing with this first thing in the morning!" I grabbed the remote, seconds away from turning it off, Ax sighing in relief as he laid back down.
"Is that my daddy?" Rayla appeared out of thin air, standing behind us, facing the TV, smiling widely as she saw who it was. Lex and Cosmo were next to her, both looking freshly showered. Damn early risers.
My father's face lit up just as he was shoved into a wall, and the phone dropped. Ternin picked up the phone. "Yes, Sunshine, it's me! Now, tell me what these boys have done, and I can get them all castrated by the end of the night."What the fuck?! Why was he smiling so wide about that?
She laughed, her eyes twinkled like rosey gems, arms crossed and hip cocked. She looked freaking gorgeous, hair glossy and flowing, skin dewy and fresh, dressed in leather pants and a red corset top. She looked like a Syndicate goddess while I felt like a troll. Ugh, I needed a shower.
"Oh, nothing that I can't handle on my own. Also, castration would be a last resort. I enjoy that appendage too much." Ternins face scrunched up in disgust.
"Rayla Desmond!"
She pointed her finger at him as she charged the TV. "Don't bring it up if you can't handle it. That was your fault." You could hear my father and Manic laughing in the background, poking fun at Ternin and saying she was right.
She shook her head and huffed, looking around the room with wide eyes for the first time. “Why did you guys sleep down here?”
The whole room went still as all eyes turned toward her. Lex leaned forward, whispering in her ear like they just finished fucking. “I think that had to do with you saying you would be working all night. We all seemed to think that this meant you were upset with us.”
