Drei kicked the door closed first and then set Cassandra on her feet. Her cheeks were flushed dark red, but not in anger or embarrassment. All the blood had rushed to her head as he carried her out of HQ, away from his mother and brothers and Cat, down the street to his house. Thankfully, Cassandra hadn’t struggled at all, and it was still early enough in the morning that there weren’t many people out on the street. One bleary eyed guy had seen them and cautiously called out, “Hey lady, you alright? Want me to call the cops?” Cassandra had lifted one hand to wave and shouted back. “No thanks, I’m fine.” The man had looked comically confused. Drei threw him a feral grin, unable to contain the amusement he felt at the redhead’s nonchalance. Now that she was back on her feet, she took a moment to smooth her hair back before taking in his living room. Unlike his brothers, Drei preferred having an actual place to live. Grig and Em had apartments that were little more than places to sleep in between working and partying.
