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Edge chuckled. “You have something humiliating you’d like to add? Please go ahead.”
“This is the happiest I’ve ever been.” He heard the sadness in Mickey’s tone and felt it in his heart. Mickey didn’t stop there. “I don’t mean like it’s sad because you just flipped out. It’s because I’m holding you and it’s the most I’ve ever been held in my life. I’m kind of scared it’ll stop.”
It hit Edge. Mickey’s life was completely empty. He wasn’t an employee. Not really. He didn’t have the option to leave Beau. There was only one way someone in Mickey’s position left their job and that involved a body bag. Beau wouldn’t risk his family’s safety by letting someone who had seen as much as Mickey go. So, who held Mickey? No one. God, Edge felt that.
He wrapped his arms around Mickey. “Would it be okay if we just stayed like this for a little while?”
“I don’t want to disappoint you.” Mickey sounded so sad.
Edge understood. Most men were like that. He might as well continue down the path of total humiliation to fix it. “Before last night, I hadn’t had sex in years. You don’t have to worry about disappointing me. I gave up a long time ago.” Damn. Now he was the one who was sad.
Mickey touched his chin, turning Edge’s face his way. He captured Edge’s mouth in the sweetest kiss that lingered. Something beautiful blossomed between them. Edge didn’t feel so much like he wanted to die. That was on Mickey.
Chapter Six
Edge:WillIseeyou tonight?
Mickey:Yeah. It might be a little later than usual. Kylo wants a pajama party. Don’t worry, though. Beau won’t let him stay up too late.
Edge:I’ll be here whenever you’re free.
Mickey:Have you finished training for the night?
Edge:Just leaving. Want to sneak me in so we can fool around?
Mickey:Sounds amazing.
Edge: I got the flowers you sent. Field hasn’t stopped teasing me yet.
Mickey:Oh no. I didn’t consider that. Don’t worry. I won’t do it again. I just miss you.
Edge: No. I love them. Thank you. Field doesn’t need an excuse to be ridiculous. Don’t stop being you.
Edge: Also, I miss you too. See you tonight.
The two months they spent meticulously planning this operation had been too long for Henry’s blood. He knew they had to wait until both the buyer and the seller were in the same place at the same time. Plus, the boys had needed to practice to perfection. But that was the thing. There was too much to the tee about everything. Real life didn’t work that way. How had these guys lived this long without detection? Surely, these plans didn’t always go the way they did in the virtual world. If anything went wrong, they might have a war on their front lawn in a few hours, and then what? Henry would be forced to kill a lot of people. That was whatever. He didn’t care about that, but innocent people lived in this house. They could get hurt.
The guys set up in Beau’s personal sitting room. As they geared up, Henry paced. His temper frayed along with his nerves. “What is the deal with the LED masks? That seems kind of juvenile.”
The look Tracker gave him proved he had insulted him. Tracker held up one of the masks and turned it to face Henry. “Not only does it have night vision and let me see everything everyone else does, but the guys can also swap views and see through each other’s eyes.”
“Plus, they really freak people out when they see death coming.” Field laughed as he held up his own mask, which Henry had to admit was a bit more psychedelic compared to the rest.
Field set the mask aside. “You sure you don’t want to come with, Daddy? I could keep you warm.”
Henry rolled his eyes and went back to pacing. Tracker set up several monitors so they could watch from here, seeing everything the team saw. Admittedly, he kind of wanted to go with them, but not for the reasons Field suggested. The kid was relentless.
Henry turned and caught Edge eyeing Mickey in a way that made his blood boil. It wasn’t the first time, and Henry was just irritated enough to say something. He kept his voice low, though, so he wouldn’t embarrass Mickey.
“Don’t look at him like that. Even if Mickey wasn’t straight, he’d never touch murderous trash like this crew.”
Edge’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m not sure what to address first. Trash? This murderous trash is about to save everyone in this house’s ass. Straight? Wouldn’t touch me? Maybe you should tell Mickey that, since we’ve been fucking for months.”
The red haze that coated his vision scared even him. Edge had spoken every word so calmly, Henry couldn’t call him a liar. He looked Mickey’s way. Mickey laughed as he tried to pull the hood of Field’s jacket over his head—like they were friends… who saw each other all the time.
The distance disappeared between them. Henry had Mickey by the arm, dragging him into the next room before he knew what he would do. He slammed the door shut before pushing Mickey against the wall.
“What the hell, Henry?”
