Page 13 of The Betrayal
Kaleb is settled with Connie.
Titus is cozy with Amora.
And then there is me and Nate.
I like to think we are lone wolves and will keep that title, but me and Kaleb think that Nate has a little side gig going on, but you would never know.
That kid keeps things locked down.
Even if you did find out and saw it with your own two eyes, he would still deny it.
Sneaky fucker that one.
I scoff a laugh as I pull into the underground garage, my eyes scanning to the three spaces next to mine.
Kaleb. Nate. Me. No Titus.
Probably running late. Possibly tangled in the sheets with Amora.
Most likely the first one.
Locking the car, I pace towards the elevator and ride to the office in complete silence.
It’s not a long ride, but it’s enough to appreciate the quiet for a moment or two. I like the silence, my mind is busy most of the time.
As soon as my foot slips over the threshold I see Kaleb’s head pop up from my desk, Nate doesn’t lift his eyes from his screen, but he does hold his hand up in a shit attempt at a wave.
“Morning fuckers,” I run my tongue over the front of my teeth and give them a goofy grin, dropping my bag next to Kaleb and wait as patiently as a toddler for him to move.
“Morning,” Kaleb yawns, stretching up and taking far too long for my liking. Leaning closer to him, I give him a quick jab to the ribs which has him folding forward and cursing like a god damn sailor.
I chuckle to myself as he clambers out of my chair then rubs his rib.
“Oh, give over you big pussy,” I roll my eyes in the same exaggerated manner as Kaleb reacting to a playful fist.
“You’re a big dick,” he spits out.
“I have a big what?” I throw a wink at my brother, and he returns my stupid, childish comment with his middle finger.
“What’s new?”
Nate finally looks over his computer screen at me and shrugs a shoulder up.
“Not much,” Nate’s nose scrunches, his messy brown hair wild and he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“You’re a bunch of boring fuckers; how’s the wife Kaleb?”
“Are you that bored Keaton? Seriously, I’m in no mood for your shit.”
I turn slowly to face him.
“What’s eating you? Connie still refusing to peg you?”
And I hear a low chuckle from behind Nate’s screen.
“Don’t,” Kaleb warns, shaking his head from side to side, hands fisted in his pockets.
“It’s all about communication,” I continue, ignoring the burning eyes in the side of my head, “you don’t ask brother, you don’t get.” And that’s when Titus walks through the door, hand scrubbing at his face, rough stubble across his chin and mouth.