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When Thane had given him that bitter-ass concoction to drink, Leo had seriously doubted it would work. In fact, he would have bet his last dollar it would kill him instead.

But, so far, Whichello hadn’t found him, so the concoction must have really masked Leo’s whereabouts. It was just unfortunate Whichello had found Thane and ripped him apart. The dumb fuck should have drunk some of his own potion.

If Thane had been that stupid, he’d deserved to die. The only reason Leo was pissed was because he hadn’t had a chance to get more of that potion or whatever it was called.

Originally, there had been six of them, including Leo, who had been the only human. Thane had been a demon—his body parts were more than likely floating in that black river in the demon realm—another demon, a vampire, a hyena shifter, and… Leo had never been able to figure out what the last guy had been, and no one would tell him.

The ugly bastard’s skin had held a tint of gray, and his eyes had been so off-putting that Leo tried his best to never glance his way.

Now, out of the six, only Leo remained, Whichello picking them off one by one for robbing him of three million dollars. Every last one in Leo’s group had been screwed over by Whichello in one form or the other, and had agreed to rob the demon.

But Leo had a plan that might save his life. He just needed his bitch of a nephew to bring his ass home. If the boy had wised up and taken off, Leo would have no other choice but to track him down and drag his ass, kicking and screaming, back to the demon realm.

Chapter Five

Delta couldn’t believe he had talked to Kalen for thirty straight minutes about his mom while they’d been hanging out in the park. But the guy was an attentive listener, asking questions and even laughing at times, as if he genuinely enjoyed hearing about her.

It was a nice change. Delta didn’t have many to talk to about his grief or how amazing his mom had been. Leo certainly hadn’t offered any empathy or comfort. Talking to Kalen almost felt therapeutic, even though Delta had confirmed his earlier suspicion that Kalen was old enough to be his father.

Normally, Delta wasn’t attracted to older men. They always made him feel uneasy for some reason. He’d never understood why anyone would want to date someone significantly older than them.

The idea had never appealed to him, until now.

At first, Delta thought it might just be a desire for a father figure, something he had never had in his life.

Weird because he’d flirted with Kalen, but it was true.

But as they continued to talk in the park, Delta felt as though there was something deeper between them.

So much so that he’d agreed to go for a drive with Kalen after work.

“Just keep an open mind,” Roman advised. His boss had called him into the kitchen once Delta clocked out. Roman had his butt parked against the edge of his workstation, his arms and ankles crossed.

“Why, because he’s older?” Delta had no idea why Roman was saying this. It wasn’t as if he planned on having sex on their outing. And even if they did, it was none of Roman’s concern.

Where was this even coming from? Delta and Roman had known each other for about a year, but they’d never been buddies. In fact, he hadn’t talked to the guy in months before visiting the diner and asking for a job.

“Because—” Roman rubbed the back of his neck then dropped his hand and grinned. “You know what? You two have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Kalen’s here.” Julian stuck his head into the kitchen then vanished just as quickly.

Delta eyed Roman. “Nice talk. We should do this more often.”

His boss gave him a dry look. “Very funny. Now get your ass out of here and go have some fun.”

“You should stop inhaling so much steam from the cooking pots. I think it’s affecting your brain.” Delta headed out of the kitchen, his conversation with Roman fading into oblivion as his eyes landed on Kalen at the counter. Damn.

The guy was a hulking mass of muscle, exuding pure masculine energy. Delta couldn’t help but think of a wild, untamed beast with all that intricate ink adorning Kalen’s arms and that long beard he still yearned to run his fingers through.

And once again, just being near Kalen had Delta fighting against a raging erection.

He discreetly shifted his weight, trying to calm himself down and praying his arousal wouldn’t be too obvious.

It seemed Kalen had gone home and freshened up since this morning. He was now wearing different clothing, which clung to every contour of his muscular physique, and his hair—cropped on the sides and long on top—was styled much better than earlier.

The unfairness of it all. Delta hadn’t had a chance to go home and get ready like Kalen clearly had. He probably smelled like grease and cheap tips.

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