His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 643 Sleepover

Everyone blinked.

The silence stretched.

Scarlett crossed her arms. "I wonder. If Jason was a girl, you would have married him by now."

Dom’s face went through several stages, confusion, horror, disgust, before settling on outrage. "Oh my god, Scar! No! Never! That’s, he’s like—" He flailed his hands. "I’ve known him since we were in diapers! He’s like my little brother! My annoying little brother who steals my hoodies and eats my food! I would never—" He shuddered dramatically. "You’ve ruined my whole night. I need to wash my brain."

Bella was laughing so hard she had to lean on Scarlett.

Hazel, who had been quietly watching the whole exchange, finally spoke. "So you’re saying you’re available?"

Dom’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. His face went red. "That’s not—I didn’t—you can’t just—"

"I’m just asking," Hazel said, her lips twitching.

"You’re teasing me."

"I’m being curious."

"You’re being evil."

Hazel just grinned.

Dom threw his hands up. "You know what? Fine. You’re all terrible. Every single one of you." He turned away, then spun back. "Sleepover."

Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Sleepover. Tonight. Everyone." He pointed at each of them. "You. You. You. You." He pointed at Hazel and his finger wobbled slightly. "You. My place. Pizza. Movies. We’re going to have so much fun you forget I was ever sad about Jason leaving."

Bella laughed. "It’s almost midnight."

"Perfect time for a sleepover. The best time. Midnight is when all the best decisions are made."

"That’s not true," Jace said.

"You’re invited too," Dom said, pointing at him. "You can be the responsible one."

Jace looked like he wanted to argue, but Scarlett was already nodding. "I’m in."

"I’m in," Bella said.

Everyone looked at Hazel.

She looked at Dom. His face was hopeful, open, completely unguarded. "Fine," she said. "But I’m not sharing a blanket."

"You can have your own blanket," Dom said quickly. "I have many blankets. I have a blanket collection. I’m very prepared for sleepovers."

"You have a blanket collection?" Jace asked.

"I have a lot of things," Dom said defensively.

"You have a problem," Scarlett said.

Dom ignored her, already pulling out his phone. "I’m ordering pizza. What does everyone want? Bella, you like margherita, right? Scarlett, you’re a meat person. Jace, you eat anything. Hazel—" He looked at her, suddenly nervous. "What do you like?"

Hazel thought for a moment. "Mushroom."

Dom nodded seriously. "Mushroom. Got it. Very respectable choice." He typed furiously. "Also, someone needs to pick up snacks. I don’t have enough snacks. I have chips, but we need more. We need the good snacks."

Scarlett sighed. "I’ll get snacks."

"You’re the best," Dom said. "I’m going to text Jason and tell him we’re having a sleepover without him."

"That’s mean," Bella said.

"It’s motivation. He’ll think about what he’s missing." Dom grinned, already typing. "He’s going to be so jealous."

Hazel shook her head, but she was smiling.

They walked out together, into the cold night, arguing about pizza toppings and who had to get the snacks and whether Dom’s blanket collection was a normal thing for an adult to have.

Dom walked beside Hazel, their shoulders almost touching.

Meanwhile, Leo and Jay sat in the office. Papers were scattered across the desk, reports, security footage stills, the file Bella had pulled on the assassin. Leo had been on calls for hours, his voice low and deep, his eyes never leaving the screen. Jay had been running logistics, coordinating with their teams, making sure the house was secure, that Hazel was protected, that Dom was safe.

Now, finally, the work was done. For tonight.

Jay slumped into the chair across from Leo, rubbing his eyes. "I’m exhausted."

Leo didn’t respond, but his silence was agreement. His tie was loose, his sleeves rolled up, his hair slightly disheveled from running his hands through it too many times. He looked tired. They both did.

Leo’s phone buzzed on the desk. He picked it up, read the message, and his expression shifted, something gentle breaking through the exhaustion.

Jay sat up. "What is it?"

"Bella." Leo set the phone down, rubbing his jaw. "She’s staying at Dom’s. Sleepover. With Scarlett, Hazel, Jace."

Jay’s face lit up. He was out of his chair before Leo finished speaking, already walking toward the door. "Bro, I want to go too. Pizza. Movies. I need to relax. I’ve been dealing with dead assassins all day."

He grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door, shrugging it on, already planning what he was going to eat, what ridiculous movie he was going to make them watch.

"Wait."

Jay stopped. Turned back. Leo hadn’t moved from his chair. He was just sitting there, staring at his phone, his expression unreadable.

Jay frowned. "What’s wrong?"

Leo didn’t answer right away. He stood slowly, reaching for his own jacket.

"I’m coming too," he said.

Jay’s mouth fell open. He stared at his brother like Leo had just announced he was taking up ballet.

"What?"

Leo raised an eyebrow. "You heard me."

"But, you don’t, you never—" Jay floundered. "You hate sleepovers. You hate other people’s houses. You hate Dom’s couch. You once said Dom’s apartment smelled like ’too many scented candles and poor life choices.’"

Leo’s jaw tightened. "It does."

"So why—"

Leo picked up his keys, his face carefully blank. "I’m not letting my wife have a sleepover without me."

Jay stared at him. Then he grinned, wide and delighted and absolutely insufferable. "Oh my god. You’re jealous."

Leo’s eyes narrowed. "I’m not jealous."

"You’re so jealous."

"I’m not."

"You’re going to a sleepover at Dom’s house because Bella’s there and you can’t stand being left out."

"I can stand it fine."

"You literally just said you were coming."

"Because it’s late. She shouldn’t be out without—"

"She’s with Scarlett. And Hazel. And Jace. And Dom. She’s fine."

Leo said nothing.

Jay crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "Bro. Just admit you want to be there. With your wife. Like a normal husband."

Leo’s jaw worked. For a moment, Jay thought he was going to argue. Then Leo exhaled, something loosening in his shoulders.

"She’s been stressed," he said quietly. "The exam. The shooter." He looked at Jay, and for once, his guard was down. "I want to be there. If she needs anything."

Jay’s grin softened. He clapped his brother on the shoulder. "Then let’s go. I’ll drive."

"I’ll drive."

"You always drive."

"Because you drive like a maniac."

"I drive efficiently."

"You drive like you’re fleeing a crime scene."

Jay laughed, pushing Leo toward the door. "Fine."