Page 54 of Last One Standing
“Did they…you know?” Sweet Phoenix, how he’d become so corrupted.
“I mean, why else would he be leaving Kona’s room naked? Get real.” JJ scoffed. “Why not wear the clothes he showed up in?”
“Do you like putting on dirty clothes after a shower?” Mason argued.
“I guess not.” JJ hummed. “What should we do?”
“How about minding your own damn business.” Matt was quickly becoming my favorite. “Seriously, don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“What are you doing?” Kona whispered beside me, and I jumped. He chuckled. “Eavesdropping?”
“Debating if I want to subject you or myself to my family right now.”
He smiled. “Why?”
“They saw me in a towel; they know I was with you.”
Kona pursed his lips. “Are you ashamed you were with me?”
“No.”
“Is their knowing a problem for you?”
“No.”
He gently patted my cheek. “Okay, then.” He walked right into the kitchen and before I could ask why, he spoke to everyone in the kitchen.
“Good morning. Yes, Angel stayed with me last night, yes, we slept, and played. Also, yes, his dick is amazing, and you should all be jealous. Oh, is that orange juice?” He moved to where Shep stood stock-still, holding a partially squeezed orange.
My eyes were wide as I watched Kona single handedly shut all of them up. If I didn’t think it would be the talk of the week, I’d scoop him up and fuck him right on the table.
“Delicious.” Kona winked at Shep and took his glass to the table, where he plopped next to Mason.
As if they were sentient they all, minus Kona, turned and looked at me.
“Uh, yeah, morning.”
Gabe chose that moment to walk in, and he frowned. “Why are you all so fucking weird?” He made an exasperated noise and went to the coffeepot. “Four said the cops and coroner and shit left the barn. Saw them arriving at the clubhouse a few minutes ago.”
That sobered the situation. “Now we have to see if they’ll arrest anyone. Obviously, they’re about to find out that they lost more men, but can the cops ignore Leo?” I grimaced and glanced at Kona. He was staring at his orange juice.
“I have to head to Saintly Sweets.” Shep placed a platter of waffles on the table. “I should be back in a few hours, and we need to decide what’s next. We’re taking out the Kings, but I’m not sure two at a time is gonna cut it—there are still many.”
“Yeah, we can talk tonight, see what we can think of.” I moved to the table and sat next to Kona. “Pika still asleep?”
“I woke him on my way to the kitchen.”
“How’s he doing?” JJ handed me a glass of orange juice.
“He’ll be okay.”
After breakfast, Matt left for work, Shep and JJ headed to Saintly Sweets, and I went downstairs with Kona for those X-rays. Pika joined, since he wanted to see how his brother was doing.
“How’s he look?” Pika was sitting on one of the stools as I examined the scans.
“Better. He didn’t puncture a lung, which was a concern, but the initial X-rays told me that as well. No fluid in the lungs, you’re on the mend.”
Kona beamed. “Good.”
