Diesel moved forward, and I knocked his hands away from me and offered a dark glare. Determined to control this, I snarled at the phone. “Nobody is locking me the fuck down, Jefferson, so move your hairy butt to South Dakota.”
With that threat, I reached out and cut the line. Angrily, I got up off my stool, and Onyx and Diesel moved towards me. “Don’tbother trying to stop me. I’ll come back tomorrow when he’s home.”
“You’re going nowhere,” Diesel growled.
My phone rang, and I looked down to see Diesel snatching it. I stamped on his foot and answered.
“Mor, hvor er du? Oskar og Lars har været i slagsmål”Laila cried.
“Tak skat, husk det, Tal Engelsk.”(Thank you, honey, speak English.)
“Fine! Mom, where are you? Oskar and Lars have been in a fight. Can you come to the playing field?” Laila repeated her words in English.
“Okay, sweet girl, I’m on my way. Where are the others?”
“Encouraging them,” Laila sounded annoyed.
A groan escaped me as I grabbed my bag and eyed Diesel and Onyx with warning. “Tell Viggo, Henrik, Jesper, and Jerrik I will kick their ass if they start shit.”
“Yeah, like they’re going to listen to me.” Laila cut the call.
I didn’t say a word but marched past Onyx and Diesel without a backward glance.
???
Oskar and Lars stared at the wall with pursed lips. Neither one of them was apologetic in the slightest. Lars had a black eye, and Oskar a split lip.
“Well?” I demanded.
“They thought we couldn’t understand them because we came from Denmark. Of course, they were wrong. They weren’t aware our moms were American,” Lars replied.
Still annoyed, I shook my head. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Far,(Dad) said, if somebody started shit, you ended it. We did that,” Oskar stated.
I was unable to argue. And Oskar refrained from mentioning that Aster and I had expressed similar sentiments.
Ultimately, I couldn’t argue. Laila stood looking disgusted, and I grinned. “Was it over you?”
“Yes. A boy I liked talked to me and…” Laila lost the plot and began ranting in Danish. I was more than fluent in the language and hid a smirk at the names she was calling her twin and cousins. While not related through blood, Aster, Kanon, Vulcan, and I had been family. I was Aster and Kanon’s children’s aunt, and it wasn’t just a respectful title. Now I was their legal guardian and adoptive parent.
“Mor!Are you going to allow Laila to rant?” Lars demanded as Laila threatened to wait for him to sleep, drug him, and insert a spiky tube into his urethra. All the boys clasped their groins and winced. I let Laila continue for another minute before I performed a slashing motion. Laila released a wordless growl that made them all pale, then stomped off towards my car.
“We won’t all fit in that,” Jesper said as Laila climbed into the front passenger seat.
“No, honey, you won’t. You, Henrik, and Jerrik get in. You three can catch the bus home as you planned!” I ordered Oskar, Viggo, and Lars. They looked grumpy, but tough luck. Maybe they’d learn not to fight. Who was I kidding? They were their fathers' sons.
“I’m never going to get a date!” Laila wailed.
“Good,” Jerrik piped up from the back.
“Boys, I’d keep your out-of-date macho thoughts to yourself. Otherwise, I will let Laila loose on you.”
“But Laila’s our cousin and adopted sister. Lars said, as the only girl, we have to look out for her and be mean to anyone who wants to be her boyfriend,” Jesper stated sweetly.
I caught his gaze in the mirror. Aster’s youngest was so sweet… and a little shit. I knew damn well what Jesper wasdoing. “Honey, if Laila needs protecting, I’m sure she can kick them in the balls. If not, then she gets close, looks sexy, grabs their balls and twists.”
The boys made a mewing noise, and I swapped grins with Laila. Mission accomplished.
