22. He is Hot

Madison

When Victor’s strange friends come to take Gustaf away from the stair house, I’m not allowed anywhere near them. It shocks me. Stanley is acting as if the men are part of a criminal organization or something.

Still, I won’t complain.

My brother beat the crap out of Gustaf, and if this is the way to prevent jail time for Stanley, then I will turn a blind eye to what is happening downstairs. Instead, I sip my tea and hum to myself while the men throw Gustaf into the trunk of a big black SUV outside the apartment.

I scroll a little on my phone and glance up when I hear the doorbell ring. Stanley chooses that moment to stroll into the kitchen while only wearing his goddamn boxers.

“Are you expecting someone?”

“No, and put on some clothes, will you?”

My brother rolls his eyes at me, and I gasp when I see him stealing my energy drink from the fridge.

“Hey!” I exclaim. “I was saving that!”

Stanley smirks. “Well, too fucking bad…” I glare at him, and he gives me a wink before