Dark Kings (Feathers and Fate #1) - Sadie Moss Page 0,31

what would happen after that.

“Access granted,” a mechanical voice says. “Welcome.”

The front doors to the house slide open and the men step inside, with me following close behind.

The inside is nothing at all like I thought it would’ve been just from seeing the outside.

It’s a luxurious… bachelor pad, basically.

My gaze swivels from side to side, taking everything in as Beckett leads us into a huge living room. One wall is completely covered in television screens, showing everything from sports games to reality television to police procedurals. There’s a humongous couch that takes up most of the room, a few comfy looking chairs, and insane abstract art on the walls. On the far end of the room, an arched doorway leads into a massive kitchen, and there’s another door that shows a glimpse of a bedroom with a huge bed, complete with curtains.

Everything about this place is luxurious. Designed for the height of comfort. And sitting there on the couch enjoying it—in nothing but his boxers—is the man who must be Phoenix. The personification of Sloth.

He’s… um. Wow.

His face looks like it’s carved out of stone, with a long, straight nose, tousled ash brown hair, soft blue eyes, and an easy smile.

“Well, well, well.” He sets down his video game controller, cocking a head at the three of us. “I did not plan on you guys showing up here today. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Beckett sighs heavily. “Phoenix, this is Trinity. Trinity, meet Phoenix. I wish I could say he’s the hardest working and most industrious among us and that he’s made something of himself. That would be a fucking lie though.”

“Beck always knows how to make a guy feel like a million bucks.” The man on the couch rolls his eyes. Then his gaze peruses me up and down. “You don’t look like the usual girls he brings home though.”

“What?” My heart jumps in my chest, and I look down at myself.

What does that mean? Do I not look sophisticated enough?

Also, why do I care if I don’t look like the girls Beckett normally brings home? I don’t want to be one of the girls he brings home. I’m not going to be just another one-night stand for Greed. In fact, I’m not going to be anything for him except for the angel who ensures he’s redeemed.

That’s it. That’s all. And you know what? That’s all I should want anyway.

It’s not like Beckett’s really anything to me. Although he is being somewhat… protective of me, I suppose. He didn’t have to recruit his brothers for me. Or step in front of a bunch of lasers on the front steps to make sure I didn’t get shot or electrocuted or something.

Phoenix chuckles. The sound is effortless and warm. “Calm down. I just meant that you look like you have standards.”

Beckett’s eyes narrow, and a muscle in his jaw ticks. Unlike when Remington gave him a hard time at the restaurant, this time the tall, imposing sin looks genuinely pissed.

My heart kicks up another notch, nerves shooting through me as Remington steps in between.

“Guys, please.” His voice is smooth, soothing. “We’ve only been here about ten seconds. Could we maybe leave the sibling rivalry until it’s been at least half an hour? Apparently, we have very important business we have to deal with. So let’s deal with that instead of falling back into the same old bullshit.”

Beckett and Phoenix both glare at him, but then subside, looking like wolves who’ve just stopped raising their hackles at each other. Remington smiles at his brothers with a satisfied nod. I guess he’s the peacekeeper of the family. It makes sense, given how he is with his food, his customers, and his restaurant.

Phoenix picks up a remote and mutes all the TVs on the walls. Then he settles more comfortably on the couch, spreading his arms out to each side. His bare abs flex and contract, and I have to work hard not to let my gaze slide over his mostly naked form. How on earth does Sloth have a six-pack? That just seems patently unfair.

“So,” he drawls. “What brings you to my humble abode? Especially with a guest?”

“Trinity here has a little issue that she needs help with,” Beckett says in what I’ve come to learn is his I’ve got an offer you can’t refuse voice. “It’s a problem for all of us, actually. I know this might seem like a shocking concept, given how opposed you are to the idea of