The Decision

JEREMY'S POV

I developed the discipline of minding my business a long time ago but there’s an itch I need to scratch.

An itch in the form of a redhead with innocent eyes and a smart mouth.

I dial the only other number on my speed dial, he picks on the first ring.

“How's the party?”

“Who's this?”

“Don't play with me, Falconer.”

There's a pause.

“Kila?”

“It's me.”

“What the hell is happening, who hijacked your phone?”

“I just confirmed my identity.”

“You never bother with these things, Kila, I’m just curious.”

“Don't act stupid Kai, it doesn't suit you.”

“The ladies don't agree.”

“Arrogant prick.”

“What’s that Kila, you getting jealous?”

“Fuck you, I wanted to check in on the party.”

“What the hell do you mean, 'check in on the party’?”

“Are you ha– having any problems?”

“Not… really. My bouncers are all the help I need, and if I need more muscle, Junnev's right here.”

“Heard he got smacked around a lot. How's he?”

“Holding up like a champ. Says he's got a headach