After a night of partying at Hasan's club, the boys all headed back to their leader's penthouse. The space felt hella expensive for a city like this, with cool marble floors that chilled against bare feet and the faint smell of expensive cologne lingering in the air. He'd had to carry one of his boys with him since the poor thing was practically passed out in Hasan's arms, warm breath tickling his neck and body going limp with intoxication.

As they entered the penthouse, Hasan carried that boy into his bedroom and laid him down on the soft mattress, the sheets smelling of fresh linen. He took a moment to push his knuckles gently against those tan cheeks, and smiled a rare soft smile when his little friend nuzzled into his hand like a contented cat.

But then there were other matters to deal with, and he turned away, the warmth fading from his expression as quickly as it came. This new guy in his club, with midnight skin that seemed to absorb the dim light and every damn curve possible that had caught Hasan's eye all evening, was a sweet Cajun man whose name had repeated in his mind like a song all night long.

The next morning, things were different. The sunlight streaming through the windows revealed a reality neither of them could ignore, and the air crackled with unspoken tension and dangerous possibilities.