Page 44 of Rescue Us (Next Generation 7)

My phone took that moment to ding.

Sammy: Heading to The Ring. Sorry about before. Have fun on your date, brother. I mean that.

Me: What’s wrong?

Those three little dots danced. They continued dancing for a few minutes before I got a response. I was about to put my phone away when a text finally came through.

Sammy: I miss you.

Me: I’m here. Always. It’s you and me against the world, brother.

Sammy: You and me. I hope that never changes, C.

My throat closed. Fucking hell, Sam.

I didn’t bother responding. Not yet anyway. I needed help with my outfit first. The lady at the store this morning, said it looked good, but I had a feeling it was only because she was hoping I would fuck her. I rolled my eyes at the thought. I had even told her I was going on a date tonight, but she still inched a little closer and kept her hand on my shoulder a little longer. And stared at me like I was going to fulfill every single fantasy she ever had. It pissed me off to the point I was tempted to call up my brother and sick him on her.

Heading to the basement, I found the very people I was looking for.

Greyson, Catch, and Tray were watching movies with their wives. It had been something they did quite often lately. Now that Greyson was no longer president of Hell’s Harlem, he could live his life like a retired man, spending his time with his wife.

“Hey, Cyrus,” Greyson said first. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, but I actually need to steal your wives if that’s okay.” I waited for the badgering of questions. I knew it would come once they saw me in the suit, but it didn’t matter. If it made Ainsley happy, I would be willing to wear anything to put a smile on her face.

“Really?” Eve looked back at Greyson. “I’ve seen this movie already anyway.”

“Same,” Zillah and Sara said at the same time.

“Besides, it’s not like it’s a horror movie,” Zillah added, rolling her eyes.

Her husband, Tray, chuckled.

“Rude,” Catch muttered.

He had been the only one out of all of us who liked romantic comedies. He was teased about it quite often, but it never stopped him from watching them over and over.The Princess Diarieswas his favorite and if he could, he would watch it on repeat. It was highly amusing.

“I won’t keep them long.” I stepped to the side. “Ladies.” I thrust my arm out, waiting for them to walk past me.

“Cyrus.”

I turned at Grey’s deep voice. “What’s up?”

“You talk to your brother?” he asked. “He’s been in a mood, fighting with the prospects just for shits and giggles. I love him like a son but he’s starting to really piss me off.”

“I’ll talk to him.” I left the basement and went up the stairs before Greyson could ask me any more questions about my twin. Truth was, I had no idea what was going on with Sammy.

“So, Cyrus, what’s going...” Sara’s words trailed off as she handed me a bottle of water. “You shaved.”

I lifted a hand to my jaw. “Not completely.” I didn’t like the clean-shaven look. Not for me anyway. But I definitely trimmed and cleaned up my beard.

“It looks good, Cyrus.” A hint of amusement flashed in her eyes. “What did you need us for?”

“Follow me.” I walked past them and up to the room I shared with Sammy. “I have a date tonight and I need your help in making sure I look okay.” I stopped when I realized that no one was following me.

“You have a date?” Eve whispered, looking between Sara and Zillah.

“Yeah.” I frowned. “Why do you three seem shocked?”

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