Page 109 of Reckless Dynasty (Knight's Ridge Empire 9)

“Nah, girl. You were a fucking bad-arse. You did that. You got you and Joanne out of that.”

I shrug, not really feeling worthy of any of her praise.

“The others were here too, but I finally managed to convince them to go home and leave you to rest,” Toby tells me.

“Thank you,” I breathe as Bri continues to squeeze me as if she’s afraid I’m going to disappear in front of her eyes.

My gaze catches on Nico as he pulls off his jeans and throws the sopping wet fabric across the room.

“No,” Gianna cries when his hands go to the waistband of his boxers to get rid of them too.

“You’re a nurse, G. Surely you’ve seen enough cocks to be able to look past it.”

“Not one that small,” Toby quips.

“Nico,” I gasp when he drops his underwear without a care in the world.

He stalks over, cupping his junk in one hand, slapping the other on Toby’s shoulder.

“I’m borrowing some clothes, bro.”

Toby’s chin drops as we all watch his bare arse stalk toward Toby’s bedroom.

“There is something wrong with him,” Bri mutters, finally releasing me.

“You should know,” I point out. “You know him way more intimately than us.”

“Oh I don’t know. From what I’ve heard, Nico and your boy are pretty close,” Bri teases.

“We ain’t that fucking close.”

“I should probably go before I hear something I can never forget,” Gianna says, interrupting us.

“Oh, G,” Nico shouts before reappearing in a pair of Toby’s sweats. “If you ever need the gossip, I am your man. I know all your boys’ dirty secrets.”

“I think I prefer living in ignorant bliss. But thank you for the offer,” she says politely, a smirk twitching at her lips.

“That really is a shame, G. The things I could tell you about what they get up to.”

“What the hell do you know that I don’t about Daemon?” Toby asks.

Nico barks out a laugh. “He doesn’t just kill people and worship the devil, you know? He also jerks off over—”

“And I’m out. Call me if you need me,” Gianna says before damn near running for the front door.

“You were saying?” Toby prompts after the sound of the front door slamming rings through the flat.

He just shrugs. “Fuck knows what gets the devil hard. I was making that shit up.”

“You’re a horrible, horrible person, Nico Cirillo,” Bri hisses.

“Come and tell me that while you’re sucking my cock, Siren.”

“Un-fucking-likely, arsehole,” she hisses.

“Aw, I love it when you two get along. It warms my heart,” Toby teases, making me wonder what it’s been like between them while I’ve been gone.

“What day is it?”