Moonstruck (Necessary Evils, #3)

by Onley James

He realized too late that the noises of the game had stopped. He turned to find the boys standing directly behind him, like something out of a horror movie, their expressions quizzical. “What’s up?” he asked hesitantly, leaning against the dirty wooden countertop, crossing his arms over his chest. “You good?” Arsen asked, his Russian accent seeping into his words. Jericho frowned at the blue-haired boy. “Yeah, why?” Once more, Felix and Arsen exchanged glances. He was used to his brother’s judgey face. He’d come out of the womb looking at everybody like they were beneath him. But it was odd seeing the look on Arsen. His father had been an enforcer for the Russian mob and he was a twenty-two-year-old murderer. Glass houses and all that. Felix cocked his hip, gaze flicking over him from head to toe, suspicious. Jericho rolled his eyes. He was such a fucking diva. “What?” “You’re covered in blood,” Felix noted. Jericho snorted. “Yeah, kind of a hazard of the job.” Felix scoffed. “Yeah, but you’re also wearing that weird smug, smirky look you only get whenever you get laid, and since you were in an abandoned cabin with Trevor the perv, we’re…alarmed.” He flicked his hand dramatically. “Alarmed,” Jericho echoed. Arsen leaned in, his tone conspiratorial. “Did you fuck Trevor the perv, Coe? Felix pulled a face. “I’m just hoping he fucked him before he killed him, not after. Once you cross that line, you don’t come back.” Jericho tried to follow their dizzying thought process, but...