Page 163 of The Last Ones Standing, Part Two

Epilogue

AFuture Made

Jace

Sixteen years later…

“Mom, Dad, Daddy,” Nyesha calls as she bangs on the bedroom door.

I groan and roll my eyes as I tap Ny’s thigh for her to get up off my face. Gio is already up, tugging his pants back on. These kids have the worse timing.

“And you wanted more,” Gio says pointedly to our wife.

I chuckle as I get up. I’m the first to make it to the door. I hadn’t taken my pants off yet. I tug it open as Nyesha keeps banging.

“Daddy, hurry up. Jason is fighting the neighbors again,” my youngest, our daughter demands, panic in her gray eyes.

Nyesha was born two years after the triplets. She’s my baby—no, literally, my baby from my seed. Gio was the one to suggest Ny and I have another since Davide and Gabriele’s egg split.

God, I had to hear about that shit for months. His sperm broke the egg in two like he breaks Ny’s back. G is an ass, but the way he takes care of our children makes me look past a lot.

I place a hand on Nyesha’s blonde head and scowl as I storm out of the room. Those fucking kids next door work my last nerve. Entitled jerks. I keep telling the kids not to let them on our property. They ride their bikes over here to start shit.

Upper-class trash. Jason has a temper, and they know just how to trigger him. Jason is normally the peacemaker as one of the older kids, so I know they really pushed him this time.

Usually, it’s Davide and Gabriele who I need to drag off someone. I step out of the house and Davide and Gabriele are standing with their arms folded across their chests, looking just like Gio.

Unlike Jason and Nyesha, they’re fairer, their Italian heritage strong. The boys stand between three of the kids from next door and Jason, who’s fucking up the other two.

I grin. That’s my boy. His blond hair is loose, flying everywhere as he holds one in a choke hold under his arm and stomps the other one out. I kind of hate to break it up. These kids really are big bullies.

Our boy is a sweet soul. He reminds me of me, but piss him off, and it’s another story. They did something to deserve this.

“Back the fuck up,” Davide growls when one of the other kids tries to run past to help.

“Nah, go ahead, let him through. Touch my brother so I can fuck you up,” Gabriele says.

We’ll talk to them later about those mouths. What I don’t get is why these kids try them. Our kids are huge for their age. From the blood gushing from the nose of the kid under Jason’s arm, I know he broke that shit. I shake my head.

“Jason,” I bark.

He stops stomping and turns to look at me. That’s when I see Remi, Holly’s oldest daughter, curled up on the ground, holding her knees into her chest.

“Now I get it,” I murmur to myself.

“Get your shit and go home. Don’t come here no more and if your parents have a problem with the ass whipping my son just gave you, tell them to come up that driveway and see me,” Ny snarls.

I turn and lift a brow at my wife. “No, Jace. I’m tired of them. I don’t even care what happened this time. They always come here with some crap.”

“He grabbed Remi’s boob. Then pushed her to the ground when she punched him,” Nyesha offers.

“Oh, hell nah. We’re going to their house,” Ny says, turning to head back into the house for her shoes.

I drag a hand down my face. This isn’t going to end well. I pull my phone out to text Remi’s dad. Gianni doesn’t play about his daughter.

“He did what?” Gio roars from inside the house.

“You guys get in the house,” I say to our kids.

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