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“Your folks,” I replied.

“Summer only just ended,” Eoghan said, clearly confused by our conversation as he slumped on the sofa.

“Maybe they need more vitamin D,” Junior retorted doggedly.

“They need their family around them,” Brennan intoned, then he raised his hands. “I’m not saying they should get that, not saying they’ve earned the right, but that’s their problem.

“Ma’s met Cameron once. Aela’s barely visiting and neither’s Shay. Aoife, Jake, and Finn’s places are dusty. The table’s always half empty now.

“It’s sad really. Of all the shit they did…” He shook his head. “Actually, it makes sense.”

“What does?” Kid questioned.

“He raised us to adore our women, didn’t he?” Brennan pointed out, earning nods from us all. “We would never cut ties for ourselves. That’s not how shit works. But for them?” He laughed. “Funny how he reared us to be that way and that’ll be his Kryptonite.”

“You have a point,” I mused softly, and like his words delivered them, we heard the soft laughter of our women.

Aoife’s chuckle and Aela’s bawdy snicker. Savannah’s husky laugh, Inessa’s soft giggle, and Camille’s snort of amusement.

As they wandered into the room, they brought joy with them. Love. A levity that we’d all been lacking our whole lives.

They were our light at the end of a tunnel none of us had realized we were stuck in.

As Aoife settled beside me, perching her ass on the armrest of my armchair, a glass of wine in her hand, she shot me a smile that lit me up from the inside out.

Some might say that marriage had softened me.

But what ‘they’ didn’t realize was… it had taken her love, our marriage, to make me stand up to the biggest, meanest motherfucker in the city.

Christ, on the East Coast.

Who was the pussy now?

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