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Chapter 12

I walked to the door and opened it for Bassir and Tyrell. They were standing with smiles on they face not knowing they just ruined my dream threesome. I was so close to touching Adonis in all the places I've dreamed about. So close to watching Soren swallow him but no, they just had to show up.

"Hi Bubba." Bassir took me in his arms. I hugged him back.

"Hey dad, papa." I gave them a soft smile.

"We interrupt you fucking son?" Tyrell asked, walking in the house.

"Why the hell would you ask him that?" Bassir gave his husband a disapproving look.

"He looked mad when he answered the door. I'd be mad if my parents interrupted me fucking my boyfriend. Well when I had parents I was still straight but yo ass get it." Tyrell explained.

"Yeah but it's okay. I missed you guys so it's fine." I smiled walking with them into the living room. Soren and Adonis were sitting apart and both now had on shirts. They looked so awkward.

"Adonis was here while y'all was fucking?" Tyrell asked another uncomfortable question.

"Babyboy I'm begging you to shut up." Bassir brought his husband to his side. "Your mouth is a real problem." I heard him whisper. Ew.

"Why did you guys stop by today?" I cut in before they got started with that weird lovey dovey shit. I love that my parents are still together but they are annoying sometimes. They love each other too much. Honestly all of my uncles and aunts do. They're all too much with how much they love each other. Luck and Star hardly spend time apart, David and Romani can almost read each other's minds with how much they know the other person. Charm and Chad have an odd dynamic and my parents are forty something and might have more sex than me.

"We just wanted to check up on you guys before we go on our date." Bassir smiled. "How are you Ro, with everything?"

"Oh I'm uh, I'm uh." My voice got caught in my throat.

"What happened Romero?" Tyrell looked at me then at Adonis.

"Nothing, it was nothing. The job was just difficult yesterday but I'm over it. I'm, I'm f-fine." I stuttered out.

"Stop all that lying shit. Adonis what happened?" Tyrell looked past me.

"I took him with me to Francis' interrogation." Adonis answered. "He ended up getting sick."

The room became silent. Tyrell held Bassir's hands in a tight grip. I could tell Bassir was about to explode though.

"I'm fine though. That's part of the job so I just have to get used to that." I finally said. "A-and they were there protecting me. It's not a big deal I promise."

"Romero, I'm trying to trust you." Bassir whispered. "I fear I've spoiled you and because I've already agreed I can't take this away from you. I just need you to be safe." He looked at me with worry.

"I am being safe, dad. I'm fine." I probably shouldn't bring up the bullet wound in my arm. I thankfully had a shirt on.

"Alright, if you're being safe then I won't go crazy." He nodded.

"I'm fine with yesterday but the next time you sit in, no more throwing up. You need to get used to it Romero. If not I'll have to stop you. Next time you'll be doing the integration under my watch." Tyrell spoke. Bassir turned to his husband with wide eyes.

"Tyrell, that's too much." Bassir gasped.

"No Bassir it's not. This is what he wants and that's a part of it. He needs to do it himself so I know he's serious. If he has a problem with it he can give up."