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If Todd responded, it wasn't verbal. But Seryn knew Todd wouldn't change his mind, even though he still had feelings for Evan.
Seryn sighed and pulled into his drive. He punched in the code for the gate. And the black iron doors opened. The drive up wasn't long, and he could see the house come into view. It had been a while since he'd been home. He was looking forward to spending time in his own space.
"Holy shit, baby. You're loaded." Mitchell looked around as if he were in a zoo. He thought Mitchell had known that about him, but the more he contemplated it, the more he realized therewasn't any way for Mitchell to have known. Seryn didn't like to talk about money.
"Killing is lucrative."
"Who mows your lawn?" That's what Mitchell wanted to know? Of all the things he could have asked, that's the one thing he landed on.
Seryn found it hilarious, although he couldn't say why. Once he started laughing, he couldn't seem to stop.
Todd snorted and even serious Evan chuckled. It was Evan who asked, "Why does that matter?"
"Well, rich boy doctor. It's because poor people like me are usually the ones who do all the domestic shit for rich people like you."
"Skippy, one of the Dragon Skull members, owns a lawn care service." He also was a hitman who did vigilante type work for people in need. Most of the time, he charged those who hired him, but sometimes he'd do it for free, depending on the case. Skippy liked fighting.
If Seryn fell somewhere on the weird meter, Skippy was off the charts.
"Ulises cleans my house. He's one of the Skull boys."
“Can I live here for the rest of my life?" Todd asked. Seryn couldn't tell if he was serious, not that it mattered.
"No." Seryn parked near the front door. He'd put the car in the garage later. For now, he just wanted to be at home.
Todd sighed. "Damn."
Seryn shut off the engine and pocketed the keys before turning in the seat. "The gate has a code, as you saw, but so do all the entry points, including the glass doors at the back of the house. There are also cameras throughout the property and inside the house. Not the bedrooms or bathrooms, but everywhere else. You're perfectly safe here, including the guesthouse."
He was talking to everyone, including Mitchell, but he addressed Todd and Evan, mostly.
Seryn met Mitchell's gaze. "I'll show you around the security system later."
Mitchell nodded. "Is there anything off limits, baby?"
"Not for you, Daddy. It's all yours." The thought of spoiling Mitchell made him almost giddy.
Mitchell winked at him. "I meant for Todd and Evan."
"Don't enter the west wing." Seryn pointed to the left. "That's for Daddy and me."
Todd held up two thumbs, and Evan just nodded.
"One of you can stay in the guest house and the other can have the east wing. That should keep you away from each other."
"Do you have a chef?" Todd asked.
Seryn shook his head. "No. I've been away for a while." Seryn met Mitchell's gaze. "I'll be home more often now, though."
"I went to culinary school. I know I worked in a diner but that's because I worked for Evan's sister at her restaurant, and when we broke up there went my job, too. But I promise I can cook more than hamburgers. Whatever you want, really? If you just give me a job." Todd held up his hands as if he were praying.
"Cinthya shouldn't have fired you. It was wrong of her." Evan seemed to come to several realizations about Todd, all within ten minutes. "He's an excellent chef. He can also bake. His New York style cheesecake is the best thing you'll put in your mouth."
Todd gave Evan a reluctant smile. "Thanks, Evan."
"It appears a reference is the least I can do."
Seryn met Todd's gaze. "You're hired. And Evan?"
