Aiden's POV:
The Black brothers and I drove in tense silence to one of my secluded properties—a private rooftop lounge overlooking the city. It was a space I often used for meetings that required absolute discretion. As we stepped out, the faint hum of the city below provided the only background noise.
"Alright," Lucas said, flopping onto a couch as though he owned the place. "What's with the cloak-and-dagger act, Aiden? Are you joining the mafia or something?"
I shot him a cold glare. "If you're done being an idiot, I'll explain."
Henry grabbed a drink from the bar, smirking. "You called us, buddy. We're just here for the show."
I sighed and stood at the center of the room, folding my arms. "This isn't a joke. I need a wife. A real one. Within two weeks."
Mike choked on the water he'd just taken a sip of, spraying a fine mist across the table. "I'm sorry, what?!"
