Page 189 of Golden Atonement

Grumpy bastard.

“Good morning, Bullseye.” My beautiful wife breezed into the kitchen like it were nothing to see a brother brooding at her kitchen table. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“Yes, please,” the man grumbled.

“Max, get your nephew a cup of coffee.”

Dylan smirked.

“Fucker can get it himself. He interrupted my quiet time,” I snarked right before Massacre, Matrix, and Ink walked in the back door.

Rolling my eyes, I sat back while mayhem ensued.

“Boss, got a call last night. We got visitors coming today and Remi got another delivery.” Massacre smiled as he walked in the front door carrying another bouquet.

Groaning, I banged my head on the table.

“No.”

Placing them on the table before me, I glared at the offending, smelly weeds.

When I got my hands on this motherfucker, I was going to strangle the fucker with my bare hands.

“JESSE!” my wife yelled. “If you want breakfast, move your ass!”

“Woman, that better be tea you’re drinking,” Ink said, sauntering into my home like he owned the fucking place.

What the fuck was happening?

“MOM!” my son shouted. “I can’t find my shoes!”

“Max, don’t forget I have my prenatal appointment today.”

“Dude!” Ink smirked. “You buy Remi anymore flowers and you’ll go broke.”

“What!” my head snapped up.

No one moved but when Ink smirked and whispered, “Oops,” I jumped to my feet and roared, “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

He was a dead man walking!

“MOM!” Jesse screeched like a banshee while a thundering herd of elephants rumbled down the stairs. My soon-to-be-dead son ran straight for his mother, his sister hot on his tail.

“You’re dead!” I shouted angrily, pointing my finger at Massacre who just smiled like a fucking moron.

Emma looked ready to commit murder, and from the way she was glaring at her brother, I was fairly sure she was more than willing to do twenty-five to life if she got her hands on the little shit.

Cowering behind his mother, my son stuck his head out and snipped, “It wasn’t me!”

“Bullshit!”

Sighing, my wife asked, “What happened?”

“Yourson destroyed all my makeup!” Emma seethed. “The new stuffmydad just bought me!”

“He’s my dad too, Emma!”

“Not for long,” my daughter growled, stepping closer.

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