Davian was seated in Lake's chair at FluxCorp when his personal line rang. He picked up instantly because he thought it was his mate calling.
It was one of Lake's off days, his mate had started complaining less and less about having to stay home, easily winded out recently. And it was all the baby's fault, he was growing too quickly.
He expected to hear his mate on the other side of the call and not Nikolai's unwelcome voice.
He wasn't sick to death with worry because Rosie and Doctor Perez were at the mansion with his mate, all he had to do was run the Mafia House while his mate got to rest.
"What?" He barked into the phone, displeased. It was just past lunchtime, and he hadn't been the one to cook for Lake. He was very irritable.
"I need to talk to you and Asher about something important," Nikolai went right to the point, ignoring Davian's shit mood. "We'll probably come down to your company in a bit."
