The Lord's Favourite Dealer (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 32.

Chapter 32.

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I glanced at the door as the bell rang and an impatient knock followed before it rang again. I chuckled, whoever that was wasn't taking their finger off the bell. My eyes moved to the hallway as someone walked into the lounge.

"Can't you hear the damn door?" Macen glared at me.

"I wasn't aware that answering the door is part of my job." I replied with a shrug as I looked back at the book in my hands. I listened to him mutter a few profanities my way as he glanced through the window before he opened the door.

"David? What the hell are you doing here?" I looked back up hearing David's name.

"Hello. Nice to see you too, Macen." Macen shoved David away when David tried to hug him and muttered a stern 'no' as he shoved the door shut. David didn't seem fazed as he looked around before he grinned spotting me as I got up. "Oh – Hey Alex!"

"Hey." I gave a chuckle as he hugged me. Sergio's brother seemed really affectionate... Maybe it was his way of checking if someone was armed? Probably not, judging from the first time we met, he seemed to be nothing like his older brother.

"Alex, I'm heading to – David? What are you doing here?" Clyde frowned. I noticed Macen had left the room. Gone upstairs?

"Geez, does no one around here know how to greet people?" David frowned.

"David." Sergio glared at his brother as he walked in.

"Obviously not." David muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes and I chuckled before he looked at his brother, "Hey, I tried to call you."

"My phone is off while I work, you know that." Sergio's statement was answered by a scoff from his brother. I bit my lip as Sergio pinched the bridge of his nose. Well, David certainly knew how to tick his older brother off. Or was it that Sergio was a little on edge today? "Dave. I told you not to come by here, I would have came by later."

"No, you wouldn't." David hissed.

"Damn it, David. Listen to me: you cannot come here. This is my work place –"

I began shifting towards the front door slowly as the brothers' hushed voices began sounding more aggressive.

"Bullshit. You can't call this shit work –"

"This 'shit' is what got you..." Sergio's hushed voice drifted as I walked outside.

I walked over to Clyde's car and leaned back against it, my eyes searching the street in case anything happened that would call for me to dive for cover.

I glanced back to the front entrance of the house wondering if the brothers were done with their arguing. I sighed wondering what my friends were doing. Probably lounging at home, like I was. I chuckled. Before this, I would have been home today but now if I had a choice I would have made sure Jordan and I were not home. I was so sick of buildings...

I smiled thinking about the lake house. Maybe I could get Sergio to let me go and I'll ask Claire and the others if they want to head to the lake house with me. It was about an eight-hour drive from here to there. It was a house my parents had used when I was younger; any time I spent with them was at that lake house far away from all of this. The city's rush. All their work. I visited it about twice a year now, usually with Jordan, Shiloh and Claire. Sometimes Oliver and Ezra would come with us.

I missed that house and the free feeling it gave me. Not to mention all the memories with my friends and my parents.

I was snapped from my daydreaming when the car I was leaning against unlocked. I looked up as Clyde walked across the lawn, followed by an angry-looking David.