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Dima snorted. “Dummies.”

“You want to know the funniest part?” Nastya turned to look at Dima in the back.

“Sure,” Dima said.

“The man that moved him to a more secure prison is also the man that replaced that asshole senator that tried to kill Nastya,” Milena interjected before Nastya could.

“Seems like karmic justice, huh?” Dima supplied.

“Sure does.” Nastya turned. “Even better, it’s in the middle of nowhere, Texas, and they have no air conditioner.”

When we pulled into the driveway, Brecken came out carrying our youngest daughter, Rosie.

Rosie was two and a half months old and was the cutest thing you’d ever see.

Our son, who was now fifteen months old, came barreling out the door right behind her but was caught by my mom before he could run near us.

Once she saw that I was there, she let him go, and he pumped his little legs as fast and hard as he could, running right at me.

“Daddy!”

Daddy.

I’d never get over hearing that sound come from my children’s throats.

I’d dealt with a lot of shit in my work life, and it didn’t matter what I saw at work, if I heard that word come from my kid’s mouth, it was like all was right in the world.

Just as he was about to get to me, he veered hard right and then said, “Mama!”

My wife picked up her son, pulled him into her arms, and then kissed him all over his face.

“Eewwww!” Nathaniel groaned. “Gross!”

Just as Nathaniel said “gross,” my daughter pulled up in her brand-new car.

Her brand-new car that she’d paid for.

In the last four years, Nastya and she had gone into business, so to speak.

Nastya still did her blog, but my daughter had taken over the video side of the operation and had grown it into something so huge that she was making a fuckin’ killing.

At twenty years old, she was damn near a multi-millionaire.

Oh, and she had everything that she could ever want because people sent her all kinds of free stuff to try.

“Oh!” Desi came running toward us. “It’s here!”

“What is ‘it?’” I asked.

“It…” She came to a stop, her eyes gleaming. “Is…” She produced a box cutter out of her purse, then opened it to reveal…

“A mini excavator!” she cried. “And it was free! I just have to tell them what I think about the arm thingy or whatever.”

I shook my head.

We’d had to build onto our house to expand their operation.

Shasha had laughed his ass off until he’d had to add onto his own place because his wife kept going home with things that Desi and Nastya gave her.

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