Syndicate ⇝ Luke Hemmings ✓

syndicate : chapter fifteen

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Luke sat up in the centre countertop in the kitchen, his feet dangling down against the counter, he wore a pair of shorts and a shirt that belonged to Reece.

Reece was cooking, and it was weird to watch. Reece's hands were skilled with a knife when it came to killing as well as chopping up vegetables. It was just weird.

"So tell me about your family, tell me more than just their names this time." Luke said, bringing one leg up to the counter and resting his chin on his knee.

"It's literally just the three of us Luke, not much to say." Reece said.

"Do you have friends?" Luke asked, "like genuine friends? Not people who work for you."

Reece shrugged, "too busy for friends."

"Who would come to your wedding? A best man? Who would be at your stag night? Who would tell you you have something in your teeth before you see your partner?" Luke asked, rambling, "you've got to have a friend."

"There's Ashton." Reece said, "I guess he would do that for me. I guess Calum too?"

"Who's Calum?" Luke questioned.

"He's Ashton's boy," Reece said. "Small pretty thing." He said, glancing back at Luke. "Hey feet off the counter."

"Fine dad." Luke rolled his eyes, dropping his foot again to dangle down. "Can I meet this Calum person?"

Reece nodded, "sure but it's up to Ashton, Calum's currently at their home in Australia."

Luke hummed before he hopped off the counter, he kissed Reece's cheek, "I'm gonna go pee, I'll be right back." He smiled sweetly before leaving the kitchen. He turned left towards the bathroom before going right past it and to Reece and his room, grabbing the camera sunglasses then leaving and going to Reece's office.

The door was unlocked so he went right inside, he turned the glasses on, whispering to anyone who would be listening. "I'm gonna put the glasses in Reece's office, so listen out for anything." He said, before he put the glasses on to the table, behind a plant to get a good angle of the room.

He went to the desk, sitting in the black chair, then looking around the room. The large apple computer sat in front of him, so he shook the mouse but it was locked, and he had no time to look for a password.

So he opened the top drawer, seeing pens and pencils and normal office type stuff. He shut it, looking in the next one below, finding a grey folder titled 'Jones' making him furrow his brows in confusion, Jones was his undercover band.

He put the folder on the desk, opening it up and reading through that Reece had purchased a building in central Sydney.

Luke had no time to put the folder away when he heard someone about to open the drawer so he quickly dropped to the floor and hid under the desk, tucking his knees to his chest.

The door opened and Luke shut his eyes closed tightly before he heard the door close again. He thought Reece had left but he was wrong when he heard footsteps, then the chair was moved.

"Why the hell are you in my office?" Reece asked, leaning down and grabbing Luke's wrist, tugging him out from under the desk and then taking the folder from his hands. He put it on the table before he pressed Luke against the table. "Luke speak to me, or I'll have to punish you again."

Luke bit his lip, he could get out of this. So Luke looked up at Reece under his lashes, and he saw the way Reece stared at him. Luke reached his hand up to Reece's chest, running his hand down it, before he gripped the hem of Reece's jeans. "You never talk to me, so I thought I'd have to dig myself."