Page 100 of Intercept My Heart

“Exactly. We wouldn’t have gotten any sleep with you being so far away,” Cash asserted.

“All of you are ridiculous. I’m a grown woman. I can handle myself, you know?” My arms were folded across my chest, although I was happy to see them.

“You might be, but you’re ours, and we weren’t having it,” Dinero voiced, sending shockwaves right to my middle.

“Sis, your men mean business. You heard them.” Ciera instigated while she stood next to Christian. Both of them were laughing at this display.

“I feel like I’m being bullied.”

“You are, and you have no say in it. I booked a suite for us at the Great Wolfe Lodge since the boys wanted to go swimming. I’ll bring you back here in the morning, and we can all have breakfast together before we take you home.” Dinero laid down the law without blinking an eye.

“What about my car? I drove here, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. Dreis came down with us. He wanted to make a few stops, so I’m letting him use your car and drive it backhome.” The look he gave me told me that Dreis wasn’t visiting family. I rolled my eyes, allowing them to usher me to his truck.

“Alright, we’ll see y’all in the morning. I love you, Rae-Rae.” Ciera hugged me one last time, and we both cried.

“Why are y’all acting like this is the scene fromThe Color Purple? You’re going to see each other in the morning and any other time you want.” Dinero teased us.

“I’m telling you. I’ve never seen my wife cry this much in my life. Had me thinking she was a thug this whole time.” Christian jested. Ciera wiped her face as she shoved him in the shoulder.

“Keep on laughing. You and your comedy show will be sleeping on the couch.”

“Yeah, right. Don’t act up in front of company. You’ll be begging me to come back in the room so you can sleep,” he shot back. It must have been true because Ciera buried her face into his chest.

“Yeah, y’all are definitely sisters. All talk and no action,” Dinero commented, garnering a glare from me.

“Whatever. I’m ready to go. I need something swee?—”

“We’ve already got your fat girl snacks in the truck, big mama. Let’s go.” Even though he got on my nerves, I felt loved. I never had to ask for anything more than once. All of them spoiled and took care of me like a queen.

As I lay in bed, I felt it dip. When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw my boys.

“What are y’all doing in here? You finished swimming already?” After Dinero fed us, I took a shower before dozing offto sleep. I hadn’t even realized how tired I was until my head hit the pillow.

“We’re about to head to the game room downstairs. We met a couple of cuties who want us to teach them how to play foosball,” Moolah uttered.

“Sometimes I think you have forgotten I’m your mother.” I scoffed. The idea of my sons growing up stressed me out. They were babies, as far as I was concerned.

“Would you rather me lie or keep it real with you? I’m almost thirteen, Ma. I’mma be a man before you know it. Besides, your son is handsome, so it was only going to be a matter of time before the ladies started chasing me.”

“Is that how you feel too, Cash?” The goofy grin on his face told me everything I needed to know.

“I mean, I won’t lie. You and Pops definitely created greatness.”

“Unbelievable. You do have a point, although I wouldn’t give your dad too much credit. You are carbon copies of me,” I boasted.

“Get ya mind right. They may have your looks, but everything else came from me.” Dinero’s voice boomed through the room as he sauntered inside. A towel rested across his neck, but my eyes darted to my favorite part of him. His swim trunks hung low on his hips, but that print couldn’t be hidden no matter what fabric he wore.

“Aye, you don’t see our kids in here?” Dinero chuckled, tossing his towel at me. I pulled my comforter over me because my nipples were hard.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll remind you later.” He winked at me before heading to the shower. I swore I would never be one of those women, but Dinero had me throwing all my morals aside. In mymind, he belonged to me, and it was hard to turn that part of my brain off.

Cash and Moolah cleared their throats to get my attention. When I looked at my boys, I couldn’t help but observe them. Last year, they were shorter than me, and by summertime, they towered over me.

“How can I help you two?”

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