"Everyone except Baron." I say, referring to one of the Seven who prefers to stay clear of us and conduct his business remotely.
"Except fucking Baron," Damian agrees. "The rest of us will be there. We are bound to get an update then."
"Right." I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Meanwhile, I need to up the security here at the cabin."
"You going to ask Karina for help, again?" Damian asks.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"You know how upset Arpad’s going to be about that?" he replies.
"Whatever is between her and Arpad is not my problem," I bite out. "Her investigative and security services are the best in the business and?—"
"You can’t trust anyone else when it concerns the safety of those you care about?"
"Right," I nod.
He chuckles.
I frown, then straighten. "I mean, no," I growl. "I mean, yes, I can’t trust anyone else with securing the space and no, I don’t care about her."
"Man, you’re delusional," he scoffs.
"What is that supposed to mean, you piece of shit?"
He laughs, "When you get repetitive in your insults, I know you’re not thinking straight."
"Fuck that." I frown, "Are you helping me or not?"
"Do I have a choice?" he replies.
"Nope," I bark, then move the phone to my right hand. "I’m stuck here with this bloody broken finger, with my woman…"
"Did you sayyourwoman?"
"A slip of the tongue." I grunt, "I’m here with her and Max, and it’s my responsibility to keep them both safe."
"That’s all this is about, huh?"
"Of course, what else would it be?"
"You tell me." I hear the grin in his voice.
"Once you’re done indulging your asinine sense of humor—maybe you could sober enough to hear me out?"
"Aren’t you forgetting to say something?" he drawls.
I stay silent.
"A word beginning with 'p'?" he prompts.
"Piss off." I oblige him.
He chuckles, "Good to know you have some game left in you yet."
"That was me being polite, you tosser," I growl. "If you don’t help me out, I’m going to release the video I have of you making out with your harem."
"Harem?" his voice is cautious.