“Who’s the kid?” Base holds his arm out for her, and she hooks hers into it. “Fuck no. Tell me this is a joke. She’s young.” Base plasters on a fake smile. “Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Nikita.” His voice is strained, his brown eyes flicking to the man who warned him. “My wife.” “What the fuck?” Dez mutters under his breath. “Luciella is a million times better.”
