One guy had tried to defend Dara and while it was admirable of him, one look at Juno’s cut and he’d run away with his tail between his legs. Once he’d dropped Dara off at home, he’d only stayed long enough to hear King yelling for a few seconds. He certainly hadn’t wanted to stick around for that.
Joker came walking up to them and one look from him had Juno moving to the other end of the couch, away from Gabe. Joker sat down between them and put an arm on the back of the couch behind Gabe.
“Hey, Joker? Where’s your shadow?” Juno asked.
Joker pulled a face and said, “On a double date.”
“On a what now?”
“Double date,” Gabe said and leaned forward so he could see Juno. “With Em and Bones.”
“Thank fuck they have those two to do it with now, ‘cause just no. Fuck no,” Joker said.
“Ouch,” Juno said with a glance at Gabe.
Gabe shrugged. “Not really my thing either. I mean, I love Em and all, but I’d just rather stay at home and…”
Gabe trailed off, red spreading on his cheeks when Juno wagged his brows at him.
“You don’t say,” Juno drawled.
It was kinda weird. Everyone around him was settling down with someone. Even Joker. That one had been crazy. Out of everyone, Joker was the last person he’d thought would end up with a partner. Least of all Gabe. King and Joker had always been close and screwing their president’s son was just a big no-no. Joker still being alive was a testament to how big the guy’s balls were.
“Juno,” someone decidedly female squealed.
He sighed and dropped his head to the back of the couch while breathing out, “Fuck.”
Gabe snorted out a laugh. “You poor thing.”
Juno straightened to glare at Gabe but before he could, Joker said, “If they start fighting again, I’m throwing them out along with you.”
Juno’s groan was loud, though it was quickly drowned out by Gabe and Auggie’s laughter. When the fuck had his life come to this? Fuck.
Chapter Two
Juno
HE YAWNED and rubbed his eyes. He’d gotten home late the night before. Real late. And after nine hours at the shop, he was pretty beat. He went out to the front of the shop and walked up next to Scar who was restocking their piercings display.
“You ready to head home?” he asked her.
“Hell yeah,” Scar said and looked up at him. “And no booze or girls, all right? I have a date with my couch tonight.”
“Kinky.”
Scar let out a groan and slapped at Juno’s chest. “Not that kind of date.”
Juno held up his hands and shrugged, saying, “Hey, whatever. Who am I to tell you not to fuck your couch?”
The raised middle finger from Scar was well deserved but it only made him laugh.
He opened his mouth but forgot what he was about to tell Scar when someone walked through the door. Someone who was ruggedly handsome and had a dangerous look in his eyes. The guy wore a dark gray suit and there was a bulge in his suit jacket, and it wasn’t because he was happy to see them. From Scar’s groan, he knew the man wasn’t a danger to them. Which also meant he got to look.
“Stop drooling,” Scar said.
Juno snapped his mouth shut but turned a playful grin Scar’s way.
“You can’t have him,” Scar said and bumped his shoulder with hers. “He’s Serrano’s.”
For a moment, he thought Scar meant that the man was dating Serrano, but then logic kicked in and he realized that she meant he was one of Marco Serrano’s men. A made man.
“You come on to him and he might just shoot you,” Scar said.
“You think he’d start a war if I offered to blow him?”
Scar smacked him in the chest, making him laugh.
“Don’t worry, babe. I know better,” Juno said.
Didn’t mean he couldn’t look. The man was rugged, yet elegant. His suit looked expensive. Tailored. It fit him perfectly which Juno took his time to admire. He leaned his hip against a desk and watched as Scar walked up to the man. They kept their voices down but it was clear from Scar’s ramrod straight back that she didn’t like whatever the guy had to say. The mobster glanced over Scar’s shoulder, his dark eyes landing on Juno who straightened at the assessing look the guy gave him. There was something in his eyes. Something he couldn’t quite read.
Scar wore an irritated expression as she made her way back to Juno. He straightened and cocked a brow at her.
“Rome’s got an appointment with Bones, but Bones said he’d canceled all his appointments for today,” Scar said.
“Guess Rome isn’t a guy who takes no for an answer,” Juno said with a glance at Rome who was glaring their way, his arms crossed.
“I have to drop some faulty equipment off for Stiletto in like thirty minutes, so I need you to take the appointment. Preferably before he kills someone,” Scar said and narrowed her eyes at him. “Please don’t offer to blow him.”
“Fine,” Juno said on a sigh, as if it was gonna be very hard not to do. Honestly. It would. That man was
