Page 22 of Echoes of Fear
Perfection.
I’ve had Little’s as partners before. Some that regress down to babies. It doesn’t bother me, but I do prefer the regressed age where they like to have fun.
If he were mine, I wouldn’t be his Daddy. I would be his Papa.
And doesn’t that sound fuckin’ perfect.
“You’re daydreaming, boss,” Hayes laughs.
“Let’s give Knox some time to reset his mind,” I say. “He says that my sister is safe at the moment, so let’s regroup and meet back here tomorrow.”
“We need to head to Oasis,” Steel declares. “Jax, are you good to stay here tonight?”
“Of course,” the young man responds. “Besides, Knox and I have a movie date. I mentioned how much I despise spiders, and he got this mischievous look in his eyes, saying he had a moviehe wanted me to watch. There’s a good chance we won’t be friends anymore after tonight.”
“Don’t let him overwork himself,” Blaze interjects. “If you have to endure spider movies all night to keep him distracted, then so be it.”
“Bossy men.”
I glance down at Knox. “That was the shortest power nap I’ve ever seen,” I comment.
“Jax’s voice has this uncanny ability to penetrate the subconscious mind,” Knox explains.
Knox moves to stand and I squeeze him a little tighter for just a second more before releasing him.
“We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon,” I say, heading for the hallway. “Let’s go, brothers.”
With a final glance at Knox, I nod and leave.
That man is quickly taking over my every thought.
And, as much as I like to lie to myself about it, I don’t hate the idea.
Chapter Five
Knox
“Why do we not have a basement?” I ask Ghost.
Jax had retreated to his room to catch a few hours of sleep when Ghost arrived bright and early. The poor man had indeed spent most of the night keeping me distracted by humoring me with spider movies.
I hadn’t laughed that much in over a year. Every time one of those eight-legged freaks appeared on the screen, Jax nearly jumped out of his skin, screaming so many times that I lost count after the first movie.
“Dunno, kid,” Ghost answers distractedly. “Didn’t come with one when we bought the place.”
Heavy rain falls on the roof as the sky darkens with the angry clouds heading this way.
“Maybe we should consider adding one,” I shudder. “The wind is starting to pick up. How bad is this storm supposed to be?”
“Hmm?”
“The storm,” I repeat. “Is it supposed to get any worse?”
“Dunno,” he mumbles.
“Is everything alright?”
“Fuck, kid,” he sighs, leaning back in his office chair. “Not really.”