What the f**k? Mentally, he bristled.
“What do you want?” Vincent asked with a grimace. Then, something else happened, his frown disappeared and his brows pinched together. “Is mom—”
“Mom is fine!”
Vincent breathed out, relieved.
“Where is Claire?” Ajax asked instead as he turned around and slipped his hands into the pocket of his pants. “Aren’t you two supposed to share a room?” he quirked up an eyebrow. Not even bothered about the thin line he was crossing, the one where he needed to mind his own f*****g business.
“And you care because?” Annoyed, once again, Vincent questioned back.
“Because that woman has the power to unleash hell upon us with a single video,” the older brother muttered with a serious look. “You wouldn’t want her out of sight, trust me.”
The worst thing was, Vinc
