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And then he was out the door, without another word being said between them.
Mitchell regretted every stretch of silence. He regretted not taking the leap, especially with the guy who saved his life.
Didn't he owe Seryn everything?
But he didn't want to start a relationship with someone because he felt as if he owed them. He wanted to do it because he loved them. And as hot as Seryn was and, as well as their personalities meshed, he just wasn't there yet.
Chapter Twelve
Seryn left his phone on the nightstand, which meant Mitchell couldn't call him and what? Grovel? It wouldn't change his mind about anything. What he really wanted was to get to know Seryn. He wanted to spend time with him and let his feelings grow and then see where that took them. And he wouldn't apologize for feeling that way, damn it.
Still, Mitchell felt like shit for the way the conversation had gone.
Mitchell picked up the phone, seeing if it had a password. It didn't so Mitchell could get into it with ease. He needed to talk to Seryn about taking more care with his own safety. His phone was a case in point.
Mitchell's chest ached as he scrolled through Seryn's contact. The thought of getting to talk to his brother after months of no contact brought tears to his eyes.
Mitchell wouldn't ever tell Seryn that he scrolled through the contacts, getting a quick glance. Nosy? Yeah. Very. But Mitchell wouldn't be a good thief without the quality.
Seryn knew a lot of people. Mitchell recognized some of them because they were notorious gangsters. As in, there were documentaries about them.
Mitchell felt like a little fish in a big pond compared to Seryn.
He finally found Daruss, the head of the Dragon Skulls. Or he thought it was Daruss. Seryn had put him under Boss.
Mitchell pressed the call button and then put it on the speaker. No one was in the room to hear their conversation.
"You better have some news, Seryn. My mate is worried." Daruss had a deep, commanding voice. That he directed it at Seryn didn't sit right with Mitchell. Neither did the mate comment because the only person who would worry about Mitchell was Jude, which meant Daruss had just made a claim on Mitchell's little brother.
"Where is my brother?"
"Mitchell." The way Daruss said his name, as if he was relieved, came as a surprise. "Is Seryn safe?"
Okay, fine. He'd give Daruss a chance. But it was only because he showed concern for Seryn. "He's fine. Out getting blood."
"Where are you?"
Mitchell didn't have a damn clue, if he were being honest. "A hotel room."
"Where Mitchell?"
"Mitchell!" Jude's voice came through so clearly it was as if he held the phone himself. "That's Mitch! Gimme, Daddy."
"Alright, boy. Calm down." Daruss chuckled. "I want to talk to him when you're finished."
"We'll see." Jude was happy. It came through in his voice.
"Don't you 'we'll see me', sassy boy." Daruss' tone held nothing but affection. "Raylee and I will give you some privacy. If you need us, we'll be in the kitchen."
He heard a softer voice say something, but Mitchell could only make out tones, not words.
And then he heard Jude say his name. "Mitch."
"Hey, little brother."
"Oh my god, are you okay?"
"I'm good. Much better now." He meant every word. He felt lighter. The worry melted off him. "Are you safe?"
