more doses," Kyan said, glancing over at his uncle who grinned at us as he took a drag on his cigarette.
"Who for?" Blake asked.
"For...the people he has locked in his basement." Kyan shrugged like that wasn't weird as fuck. "I mean, he says he mostly wants one for the girl - that one he purchased from Royaume D’élite - but he says the other one 'would be handy.’"
Saint pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. "Fine. It's a small price to pay for him keeping Tatum safe," he said, though it still sounded like he was kinda pissed.
"Let's just keep the serial killer happy," I agreed. "There are enough people trying to kill us without us adding another one to the list."
Kyan laughed like I'd been joking and took the box from Tatum, removing a couple of doses for him and giving them to his uncle.
“Do you want me to explain how you give them?” Tatum began but he just waved her off.
“I’ll stab ‘em in the arse with them and hope for the best, thanks all the same. I'll be seeing ya then," Niall called cheerily, blood running out from beneath the duct tape bandage on his arm.
"Maybe you should get that checked out?" I suggested as he started to turn away and he glanced down at the blood like he hadn't noticed it before.
"Shit," Niall gasped and I raised my eyebrows as he pointed at me. "I just realised who you remind me of. It's been bugging me all fucking night."
"What's that got to do with the-"
"He's the fella from that show with the bikes and the guns and that shit," he went on, making a gun with his fingers and pointing them at me.
"That could literally be any one of so many shows," I pointed out.
"Yeah, but you know the one I mean. The one with the fella who looks like you." He fired his finger gun at me then turned away and grabbed Tatum in a big bear hug, squeezing her tight and spinning her around as she laughed in surprise.
He set her down, tussling her hair like she was a little kid before embracing Kyan too and taking off in his car again without another word.
“Take care of yourself,” Kyan called after him and Niall’s laughter carried back to us on the wind as he flicked his cigarette out of the car window.
“I’m like a cockroach, lad. You can try to kill me all you like but I just keep fucking kicking.”
"Your uncle is fucking crazy," Blake muttered as he waved him off and Kyan chuckled as he led the way up the steps.
"Yeah, well, when you come from a family like this, I think it might just be the best way to survive. Besides, he’s lived through shit you don’t even wanna imagine. I doubt any of us would be doing any better in his circumstances.”
“I doubt I’d ever turn into a raving clown,” Saint tsked.
“He’s not a clown,” Tatum muttered, looking back over her shoulder and frowning after Niall’s car. “I think he’s lonely. And desperately sad.”
Kyan sighed heavily, nodding and taking her hand before lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss against her knuckles. “You always see the truth of people, don’t you baby?”
“It’s a good thing I do,” she replied, looking between the four of us. “Or I never would have given any of you a shot. You were all such assholes when we met.”
“Ugh, why do I feel like you’re gonna use that against us for the rest of our lives?” Blake joked and Tatum rolled her eyes as we started walking again.
“Maybe I will. I’ll use it to make you guys do whatever I want whenever I want,” she said.
“We already do that,” I teased and she smirked.
"Good evening, Coco," the housekeeper cooed as we moved up the steps. "Your grandpa has already retired to bed for the night, but he requested that you all take a Hades Virus test before you come into the house." She pointed to a tray which she'd placed on the top step and Kyan made small talk with her as we all quickly carried them out.
We had to wait three minutes for the results to show up, but once they proved us to be negative, she let us inside and told Kyan that we'd have the run of the west wing during our stay. That's right - an entire fucking wing. Who had houses with wings?
I didn't really have