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Real life.
A beautiful real life.
I walk toward the sofa and sink down on the cushion beside Parker. Tiffany already knows everyone here from various family parties, and we explain how we know one another, then I take my ultrasound photo out and show it off.
“Oh, I’m so excited. You’re seriously only a few weeks behind me,” Parker sighs.
“Me too,” Claire whispers.
Brenda clears her throat, then smiles as her gaze flicks between us. I watch as tears fill her eyes. She tries to wipe them away, but a fresh wave comes. “I’m sorry,” she whimpers. “I am not usually emotional, but I’m going to have three grandbabies in the span of a few months, when last year, I never could have imagined having even one.”
That is our evening. Crying, talking, laughing until we’re crying. And it’s one of the best evenings of my entire life. I feel not just loved but accepted by this entire Hamilton family. I have a group now, a whole world that has been opened up to me.
A world that I will forever be grateful to be part of.
I almost gave all of this up, lost it, whatever you want to call it. But I’m not going anywhere ever again. This is where I belong, and these women are my world, Hendrick is my home, and this baby of ours is the future.
I am so excited to go to sleep and wake up each day. My soul has never felt complete before. I’ve always been searching for something, and now I’ve found it. Not just because I’ve found my someone, but also because I’ve found this family, and I’m going to hold on with two hands because I have found true unconditional love.
And that is beautiful.
HENDRICK
Climbing into the back seat of my dad’s car, I buckle my seat belt before my brothers slide in. Wells takes the seat beside me, and I feel almost like we’re kids again. Coleman, in the front by Dad because he’s the oldest. Me and Wells, in the back.
Dad starts the car before backing down the driveway. It feels like everything is going in slow motion. All of this happens in silence until Wells clears his throat beside me. Swinging my gaze over to him, I arch a brow and wait for whatever it is he has on his mind, which there’s no fucking telling what it is.
“Tiffany and Allison are friends?” he asks. “I just…”
“I know, that’s a wild combination,” I chuckle, interrupting him.
Coleman lets out a laugh, but it’s my father who chimes in. “No fuckin’ shit.”
The car is quiet for a few more moments, and I can’t help but think about Tiffany and Allison. I bet when they went out together, they were a goddamn force to be reckoned with, and I am glad it’s over because I don’t think the world could truly handle it.
I think it might actually implode at the sight of them in public together.
As much as I’m glad that it won’t be happening again, I also wish I could have seen it at least once. The wild, reckless abandon that is Allison with my crazy-as-fuck cousin Tiffany.
Beautiful insanity at its finest.
“We’re going early,” my father announces, interrupting my thoughts, “because they moved up their appointment. This causes me concern, but what we are not going to do is walk in there cocky as fuck. We’re going in semi-blind. I don’t completely trust Josiah and Prisma. And I sure as fuck do not trust that cunt and the government official.”
“Who does?” I ask on a muttered laugh.
Coleman snorts. “No shit.”
The rest of the ride, we’re mentally preparing for whatever it is that is about to come. This is about the US attorney general. This is about a whore who wants to sell women into the sex trade. This is about the family, and not just the family, but protecting the family.
This is so much bigger than just me and Allison and Harlow. If it were only about that, Shelby and the government fuck would be as dead as Cousin Samson. Dead, gone, buried, at the bottom of a lake... whatever.
“Where do they meet?” I ask for the first time since any of this shit started.
My father’s eyes find mine for a moment in the rearview mirror of the car before they shift to the front windshield again. “They meet in a building Josiah and Prisma own. It’s not where any of the girls live. It’s solely for clients. Two girls share a room, typically never double-booked, not unless two girls are paid for.”
I can’t deny that I’m a little surprised their company owns a whole building for fucking purposes only, but I know the high-class call girl game makes a shit ton of money, so it’s probably a wise investment. Plus, I have no doubt they have this place secure as fuck, too. It’s really a smart business decision, and I have to applaud Josiah and Prisma for that.
Dad pulls into the parking garage and shifts the car into Park. “Get your guns. Get your brains. It’s time to blow the roof off this fucking bitch,” he grinds out.
