Page 46 of Reign of Psychos

“Milo can do that?” Isla looked impressed.

“Milo has a lot of skills we don’t talk about.”

“Thank you but there’s no need,” Isla sniffed. “The idiot fucked the nanny in Emily’s room. Our nanny cam recorded everything in HD.” She burst into tears again. “The nanny has bigger boobs than me and I hate her! I wanted to hire the older one with the kind face, but Jon said she might struggle with the stairs. Now I know why he was so insistent we hire Veronique with the big boobs.” She sobbed loudly. “It wasn’t so she could teach the kids Spanish!”

This was way more than I needed to know. Fucking Jon. If I had the misfortune to meet him again, I planned to punch him in the face.

“I’m sorry,” Thea said to my sister. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. No woman does.” Then she glared at me. “If your brother did that to me, I’d cut his dick off with a blunt knife and force him to eat it with chili sauce.”

My hands drifted south to protect my junk. My girl was vicious, violent, and I loved her so fucking much.

Mom and Isla looked shocked and slightly ill, but I just grinned.

“I could never look at another woman, wifey. You know that.” She softened as I stroked her cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Neither of us cared my mom and sister were watching, along with several older ladies who’d been eavesdropping with scandalized delight as Mom and Isla aired the family’s dirty laundry.

I hoped no journalists from the Daily Mail were hovering, or the headlines tomorrow would be exceptionally lurid. Our family had only just recovered from the sex tape scandal.

“I approve,” Mom said with great relish. “Welcome to the family, darling girl!”

“I’m glad you approve, because Thea and I are getting married as soon as I can afford to buy a decent ring.”

“We are?” She looked at me in shock.

“Damn right. I need to snare you before any of those other assholes get in first.”

“What other assholes?” Mom seemed curious rather than concerned.

“The other members of Thea’s harem.”

I poured more scotch into all three glasses. I figured we all needed some additional alcohol to soften the blow that I was sharing my girl with four other men. Mom was open-minded but I doubted she expected her only son would end up in a reverse harem. Prison, maybe, but not a polycule. Oh well.

Thea shuffled nervously, a faint tinge of color in her cheeks, but Mom and Isla were more fascinated than judgmental.

“Don’t you get jealous?” Isla asked me, sipping her scotch.

“No. It’s good to have the other guys around. Thea’s family is…” I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. “Not nice.” It was a woeful understatement but now was not the time to get into the ins and outs of the mafia world. “Her father isn’t happy she left home, so he is trying to drag her back.” It seemed like the best way to describe the mess that surrounded my girl. “Kyril and Dario are good at protecting people, Cassian has the money, and Milo has other skills.”

“I always liked Cassian,” Mom mused. “Not his father, though. Poor Ophelia should have left him years ago.”

“Cass is working hard to get his mom out of Lucian’s clutches, but he’s locked her in some insane asylum.”

Mom gasped. “That’s awful! Ophelia isn’t mad!”

“No, not at all.” Milo had spent the last few days looking for weak spots in the clinic’s security system. It was slow going. For a small, private clinic, the board, headed by none other than Lucian Forsyth, had invested in a surprisingly robust security system.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Rothmore,” Thea said in a low but determined voice. “We’ll get her out of there.”

“Good.” Mom turned to me. “If you need any help, call me. And don’t worry about money. I’ll reinstate your cards this afternoon. I wasn’t aware your father had canceled them until this morning, when the bank called me. Your father had no right to do that without discussing it with me first.” She gulped more scotch down. “That man will pay for this, I promise. The gloves are off now. It’s war, ladies!”

“Your mom is awesome,” Thea told me after Mom and Isla disappeared in a cab, on their way to Miriam de Souza’s chambers near the Strand.

“She is. Now, let’s get you back to the suite. It’s time we tried out the pool.”

“But I have no bikinis!”

I smirked as the elevator opened and we stepped in.

“Yes, you do. Cass ordered some to be sent up to our suite.”

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