Reagan had no business hurting my brother. Boyfriend or not he is about to be schooled. I straighten my shoulders and walk over. “Lester’s happy there.” I grin at the defensive tone in Connors voice as he glares at Lucan as I approach the empty chair next to Reagan. I’ve always admired his relationship with his brother. “How is Rayn boy doing,” I ask pulling the chair out next to Reagan, ignoring the four sets of eyes staring at me. “Hello boys.” My heart drums faster when I feel Sabastian's eyes on me. It's hard to ignore the one who brings out the worst in you. Connor groans, “Why must you still call him Rayn, Jesus Dainy, when are you going to get over it, I should have kept my mouth shut.” Lucan laughs throwing a cheese stick at Connor hitting his head, “You should've stuck to
