The van rattled down into the basement of Jax's building before anyone said a word.
Easter sat wedged between two crates of equipment, still catching his breath, the gift box now resting safely on his lap like something precious. Across from him, Leo hadn't stopped watching the rearview mirror since they'd pulled away from the loading dock, jaw tight, shoulders only now starting to loosen as the van rolled to a stop.
The engine cut off.
"Everyone out," Jax called, already sliding the side door open. "Fast. Van doesn't stay intact past tonight."
Easter climbed out first, legs a little unsteady from the cramped ride, and barely had time to register the dim basement lighting before a pair of arms wrapped around him without warning.
Daniel.
