Page 90 of Twisted Kings

Fuck knows what I was going to wear for Declan’s soiree this evening. Jeans and a tee? If there was a dress code, I was fucked.

“Put your dick away,” Kyril spat when I wandered into the living room with my game face back on.

“I would, but I have no clean boxers. Or pants.” But because I was a decent guy and didn’t want my friends to feel envious, I finished scrubbing my hair dry and wrapped the damp towel around my waist. “Better?”

Kyril rolled his eyes and turned to Cass. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow? My father has demanded I return to London from whatever brothel I’m frequenting - his words.” He scratched the stubble peppering his jaw while huffing with annoyance. “Not sure why he thinks I’d spend my Christmas break in a whorehouse. Pretty sure he’s projecting.”

“You should probably go, or he’ll start to connect the dots.”

“Dots?” Milo looked confused.

I could feel a headache forming behind my eyes. A super bad migraine. I’d read somewhere that sex was an excellent cure for a migraine. Maybe I’d ask Thea to help heal my pain when she returned.

“Yeah,” Cassian explained patiently. “He’ll figure out Kyril is with me, and by extension, you and Milo. The Four Musketeers.”

“Mouseketeers,” I corrected.

Kyril sniffed. “Speak for yourself. I’m no mouse.”

Dario scoffed and rolled his eyes, which I ignored. After his outburst earlier, I was happy to pretend he didn’t exist. The guy was a douche.

Cassian looked up at the ceiling and muttered something under his breath. “Can we please stay on track? Thea will be back at any moment, and we need a plan.”

“Going overseas would be the best idea. Not Europe, though,” Milo stated calmly as if he’d given it a lot of thought. Knowing him, he had prepared a fucking PowerPoint presentation on the topic.

“Yes, I agree.” Cassian hummed while scrolling through his phone. “Which is why I’ve been looking for a house to buy in the US.”

“Um, house? Wow! You’re taking this whole adulting thing way too seriously. Property investment is for old dudes.” His family had like a million properties in their portfolio. “Wouldn’t renting something be better?”

“No. We need top-notch security to keep Thea safe. That’s not possible if I rent somewhere.”

Dario scoffed again, letting us all know what he thought of Cassian’s plan.

“You’re fucking deluded,” he said. “You have no idea what Francesco is capable of. He needs his daughter back to fulfill the deal with Marku, so the minute we leave Ireland, one of his hackers will find us. The only reason he hasn’t found us yetis because he doesn’t know Declan is helping us. But that will change if we fly commercial anywhere.”

“Who said we’re flying commercial?” Cass sat back, calm as anything. Not at all phased by Dario’s skepticism.

“Do you have a private jet on standby? No, I thought not.”

“Yes, I do, actually. Anyone else got issues they’d like to raise? No?” Silence filled the living room. Milo didn’t seem at all surprised by Cassian’s big revelation. Nor Kyril.Jesus. My pity party had gone on way too long if I’d missed all the important stuff.

“Um, how can you afford to hire a private jet without tipping off your father?” I asked, confused.

“I didn’t hire it. It’s mine.”

Now I was even more confused. “Dude, did you win the lottery and not tell us?”

“Not quite.” The asshole grinned. “But I found out from Mom that my grandmother left me a trust fund Dad knows nothing about. Turns out I’m a fucking billionaire.”

I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved we had access to money or jealous he was now richer than me.

“Fantastic,” Dario grumbled. “Maybe you can hire some mercs to keep Thea safe from Francesco, ‘cause trust me, we’re going to need them.”

“She has me. I’m more than enough,” Kyril scoffed derisively. “I can keep my kitten safe.”

“Once your father finds out you’re banging her, she won’t be safe from him either,” Dario pointed out.

“He’s not going to find out!”

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