Page 90 of Turmoil's Target

Over the next hour, I keep myself busy around the club, cleaning up, mopping the floors, doing basic shit a prospect needs to get done.

Jolt comes up beside me, a knowing smirk on his face. “So, the family’s coming to visit, huh? Including your baby sisters?” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

I shoot him a dark look. “Watch it, Jolt. Those are my sisters you’re talkin’ about.”

He holds up his hands, his expression the picture of innocence. “Hey, I didn’t say anything! Just...noticing they’re not so baby anymore, yeah?”

My jaw clenches. “Angelika and Kamilla are off-limits, you hear me? I catch you sniffing around them, I’ll break your nose. Again.”

Jolt huffs out a laugh, but there’s a wary glint in his eyes.

He knows I don’t make idle threats. “Relax, brother. I’d never make a move on your sisters. I’m just yanking your chain.”

I grunt, not entirely convinced.

Jolt’s a good guy, but he’s got a rep for chasing anything in a skirt.

I’m going to keep a close eye on him when my sisters arrive.

As if on cue, my phone buzzes with an incoming call.

I fish it out of my cut, glancing at the screen. “Shiver,” I greet, bringing the phone to my ear. “What’s up?”

“Your mom and sisters are at the gate,” Shiver informs me. “Want me to let them through?”

“Yeah, send them in.” I end the call and tuck the phone away, my stomach doing a little flip.

It’s been too long since I’ve seen my family.

Work and club business always seem to get in the way.

I head outside just as a sleek, black Bentley pulls up in front of the clubhouse.

The driver’s side door opens, and my mother steps out, looking as regal and put-together as ever in a tailored pantsuit and sleek updo.

But it’s the two younger women who tumble out of the backseat that makes my heart clench. Angelika and Kamilla, my baby sisters.

Except they’re not babies anymore.

They’re grown women now, all long limbs and curves, their dark hair tumbling down their backs in glossy waves.

They spot me and let out twin squeals of joy, racing toward me on sky-high heels.

I brace myself just in time for them to crash into me, their slender arms wrapping around my waist in a fierce hug.

“Abram!” they squeal like schoolgirls.

“It’s good to see you two, too,” I say, laughter rumbling in my chest as I wrap my arms around them.

“I’ve missed you, Abram,” Angelika mumbles into my shoulder, her voice choked with emotion. “It’s been too long.”

I press a kiss to her head and then Kamilla’s. “I missed you monsters, too.”

“Ahem.” The sound comes from behind us, and we turn to see our mother standing there with a small smile playing on her lips.

“Can I get a hug from my son as well?”

Wordlessly, I release my sisters and stride toward her, pulling her into a hug.

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