I go very still, my mouth forming into a concentrated little “o” at Christian’s question. My eyes flick immediately to Nico, my coffee pressed tight between my palms.
Because…if Nico’s here, it means that he is on Christian’s side.
Right?
I’m shocked when Nico’s answer isn’t an immediate yes.
“That depends,” Nico murmurs, studying Christian right back. “On what your f*****g plan is, Chris. Because if your plan is to just hide in a beach house with your pet stripper and spend the next six months f*****g –“
“Cut the s**t,” Christian snaps, his eyes almost glowing with rage at Nico’s audacity and disrespect.
Nico smirks a little bit, I think pleased to have riled him. “If that’s your plan, Chris, then no. I’m not on your side. But if you’re actually doing something here…” he lets his
