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“Jester is our friend,” Overlord says, gaining a scowl from Jester and Zoey.
“No,” Evie replies, starting shit now. “He’s a stranger. He’s going to steal my pancakes.”
“No one wants your damn pancakes,” I tell Evie as I wave off Zoey’s threatening fist. “Stop hassling Jester on his first full day back.”
Zoey looks at her dad and then at Scout. I notice her gaze flash to Anthony who peeks at Jester as if the man is a monster about to kill us all. Zoey seems to do the math and remember Jules isn’t around to stop her from being bad. An evil little smile warms her pretty face.
“Alright,” she says and puts up both fists. “I’m going to make this chump shit his big-boy pants.”
Rolling my eyes, I snap my fingers and poke Zoey’s nose. “Stop being bad.”
“Never, fool. I’d rather bust an ovary than be good.”
Overlord doesn’t tell his crazy child to sit the fuck down. He knows she’s full of shit. I do, too, but I also fear Jester will yell at the little demonic kid. Then, I’ll need to feel guilty over siding with my mean boyfriend over my evil, crying niece.
“I know she’s doing something cute,” Jester tells me. “But I can’t understand a word she’s saying.”
Zoey narrows her eyes at him before looking to Evie for help.
“He can’t hear,” Evie explains to her sister. “He’s like Grandpa.”
Overlord finds this comment hilarious, winning a scowl from Jester and me. Noticing my anger, he shrugs. “Nice hickeys, Sister Sass,” Overlord says, smirking like I’m a dumb kid.
“Thank you,” I reply and wave at the hickeys I left on Jester’s throat. “I do solid work.”
Scout scoots closer to Overlord, likely thinking the hickeys are bruises.
“They don’t hurt,” I explain to the little girl who looks just like Jules. “It’s just for fun.”
Scout smiles, mostly because she likes when anyone notices her. Anthony decides his sister’s smile means Jester won’t kill us. He returns to eating and ignores the drama around him.
“Family time is fun,” I tell Jester and tug him away from the table. “But it has its limits.”
“Overlord,” Jester mutters to his President.
“Jester,” replies my brother like they’re going to whip out dicks and rulers soon.
Jester and I finally settle across from each other at an empty table with two plates full of food. For the first time since we walked inside HQ this morning, he smiles.
“I’m glad that’s over.”
“Just until lunch.”
“Fuck that. We’ll ride into Metamora and find a meal.”
Smiling, I lean forward and suggest, “We could start working on your ‘freedom list.’ Plenty of foods to try.”
“We’ll do that wine-and-dine crap, so I can get more than a hickey tonight.”
Leaning back, I shrug. “We’ll see. I feel my period coming.”
“You can bleed buckets, and it wouldn’t stop me none.”
“Louder so my brother can hear you,” I grumble when he gives my boobs an aggressive stare.
Jester opens his mouth as if to yell out what he told me but shuts up when I snap my fingers at him.
“Don’t pout,” he taunts when I poke at my food.
