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Chase sinks into one of the recliners, his hair falling out of his bun, and his glasses askew from being smacked around. He chuckles into his fist. “You think she’s pissed now? Just wait ‘till she sees her name embroidered on the bitch seat of my bike.”
Maceo shakes his head, his hand never leaving my stomach. “What in the hell possessed you to go full alpha? I told you that cut was a piss-poor idea. If you haven’t noticed, these women don’t take well to being claimed like that.”
“She forced my hand!” Chase says with exasperation. “I’m done doing the one step forward, two steps back box shuffle. It’s time she comes to terms with the truth. We’re perfect together. We both know it. Hell, everyone around here fucking knows it. She’s being a stuck-up, ‘I don’t need no man’ brat.”
“But you love it,” I point out, smiling. And knowing my sister, she’s probably secretly thrilled. It’s her pride holding her back.
“YES! I do. The woman owns me. She could rip my heart out, stomp all over it, and I would put it back in place so she could do it all over again. It’s her fucking ex, Trent. He’s blowing up her phone constantly. Sick and tired of seeing his name pop up across my monitor. It’s shades of loafer-dick Jacob all over again. The hell if I let history repeat itself.” Chase raises his thumb and index finger. “I’m this fucking close to going out to California and beating his sorry ass.”
“You know what I’m sick of?” Punk grimaces as he lifts his shirt, revealing his torso. An angry welt is forming across his chest from Simone’s attack. We all cringe—she got him good. “I’m sick of your women taking their anger out on me when you two fuck up. I take all the heat and reap none of the benefits. It blows, just like the name Easton.”
“Josephine likes the name. Therefore, you’re shit out of luck, bro. Happy wife, happy life.”
“Oh, come on!” Punk gripes.
His crankiness isn’t enough to dampen our happiness. Maceo leans in to plant kisses all over my belly. “Daddy loves you, boys. I’m so proud of you, already moving and growing so fast. My big, little men.”
Oh, my goodness.The cuteness overload is too much. “Where’s my phone? I want to record this.”
