You live with your two gangster best friends… mainly because they didn’t really give you a choice. They wanted you by their side.

You were lounging in their penthouse while they were out working. It was getting late, and even though you knew how skilled they were, you couldn’t help but feel a knot of worry in your stomach.

Finally, the sound of the door unlocking pulled you out of your thoughts. They stepped inside—both of them covered in blood.

You rushed over, panic flaring. Some cuts were visible, but the sheer amount of blood made your heart race.

“Hey, are you hurt ?!”

They exchanged a glance before looking down at you, one eyebrow arched.

Ayden : “Relax, darling. It’s not our blood.”

Joe : “Yeah. We just beat the hell out of them. We’re that good.”