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Chanel instantly goes pink in the face.
“Enough!” Keir’s growl finally shuts them up. Which is hard to do with Lucas. He never shuts the fuck up, the smartass prick. “Adora. You are still a part of this family, at least until we get things sorted. Which we will, make no mistake.” Keir gives me a look, and I know exactly what his look means.
I will have to stay married to her.
Because I don’t want the sister.
I won’t go there.
I like them beyond the legal limit. And brunette. And spicy. With whiskey-colored eyes that can make you fall to your knees without hesitation. Which describes exactly the woman sitting next to me.
“What if Scott comes for us?” Adora finally asks. “Will I have your protection then?” I stare at the side of her head, but she doesn’t glance my way, her eyes on Keir.
“Of course, you will.”
“He is the child’s father,” I say to her.
Adora’s head swings to face me. “And?” she questions.
“I’m not sure we should be involved in that. We got you out. You should be thankful.”
“Correction… Jake got me out. You did fuck all.”
“Did you really think he would have gotten you out if it wasn’t for me?” I ask.
“Why waste time going to the movies when you can come to a family dinner?” Piper says from across the table. I don’t even bother acknowledging her smart-ass comment.
“You think Jake would have collected you if it wasn’t for me? Let you go to get your son if it wasn’t for me?” I laugh in her face, leaning in so we are almost nose-to-nose. “You would be stuck sucking who knows what cock right now if it wasn’t for me.”
“Fuck you, Joey Rossi,” she seethes.
“You did that last week, remember?” I remind her, licking my lips.
“Oh shit! Now it is getting good,” Lucas chimes in.
“Shut it, Lucas,” Chanel warns.
Meanwhile, if Adora’s eyes could kill, I would be dead.
“This isn’t the place. Maybe you two should go upstairs and chat.”
“We don’t need to chat,” I say, turning back to the table. “What’s for dinner?”
“Don’t you mean dessert? I think you may be having your wife,” Piper says.
“Now that is a show,” Lucas adds.
Fuck my life.
“I’m not his wife,” Adora states.
“That’s right, she was a secretive whore married to someone else,” I remind our audience.
Adora stands, throws her napkin on the table, and turns to look at Sailor. “I have to leave.”
Sailor stands as well.
“Nonsense. Get your behind in here while I chat with my son.” We all turn as my mother enters. Sailor grabs Adora’s hand and takes her to the kitchen, shutting the door behind them. My mother walks over until she is behind me and smacks me across the back of the head. “Are you stupid?” she yells. And I’m sure even though Adora is in the kitchen, she can hear the exchange.
