Sylvia was such an open book to him. She wore her thoughts and intimate questions that ran through her mind visibly on the eyes. He would have to curb that if he wanted to make her his, he mindfully noted.
"Get the room ready, Liam. She needs to rest," he commanded, tapping his fingers on couch hand rest.
Liam still struck with shock immediately blinked back into reality. "Yes–Yes boss." itched his head before he started walking towards the stairs.
It didn't take long before a rumble of footsteps began to steal the silence that was reigning in the room. Sylvia couldn't help but look up at the stairs and what she saw caused her heart to jerk in fear.
They were eight men in total. All of them dressed in black short sleeves, grey trousers and dark green boots. Their muscles threatened to burst out of the clothes as it looked like the top suppressed them.