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“Are we like you, too, Great-grandma?” asked Rett. “I mean, I know Mom wasn’t from Grandpa, but…”

“Oh, honey, your mama was every bit from her daddy. See, sometimes God works in mysterious ways. Sometimes those that can’t have babies suddenly is blessed with babies. Or maybe someone who doesn’t have a family suddenly has a family. Your Grandma Rose and Grandpa Baptiste, they needed one another, and Kiel, that sweet precious boy, he didn’t know it, but he needed your mama.

“When you love someone with all your heart and soul, with everything inside of you, it don’t matter about blood or DNA. You belong. That’s how I feel about everyone here. I don’t care if you were my natural children, or adopted children, or grandchildren. You’re mine all the same.”

“That’s why I think you’re super cool, Great-grandma,” smirked Rett. Mama Irene laughed, pulling him in for a hug and kissing his cheek. They were getting so tall and strong.

“Oh, baby, I love you for so many reasons. All of you. Come on. I got some coconut cake for y’all.”

The boys let out a cheer, following the older woman into the huge kitchen of the big house. They loved spending time here, exploring all its corners and crevices, the attics and library. It was filled with history and mystery, awe and inspiration.

Mama Irene cut them all large slices of cake and poured them each a glass of milk. She kissed them again, walking out of the kitchen, only to run into their father, Kiel Wolfkill.

“Oh, baby, I didn’t know you were here,” she smiled.

“I was looking for my three lost little piggies,” he smirked.

“They’re good boys, Kiel. Fine, fine young men. You should be so proud of them,” she nodded.

“You had a hand in this, Mama Irene. You’ve had a hand in all of us, including me. I’ll never, ever understand your capacity for love and forgiveness, but I am forever grateful to be the recipient of it.” He held out his arm, linking her small hand in the curve of his elbow. “It’s beautiful outside. Why don’t we walk through the garden, and you can tell me everything I don’t know.”

“Let’s do it,” she smiled.

For Rett, he never forgot that conversation with Mama Irene. Like his father and grandfather, he became a Green Beret. His brothers did as well, learning to work as a team, slowly becoming the team known as the triple threat.

The boys became men that looked identical, just like when they were children. Black hair, with the darkest green eyes anyone had ever seen. They’d learned a lot of skills from the Green Berets, but most of their training came from their father and grandfathers.

Baptiste Robicheaux and Zeke Wolfkill were fierce warriors with skills that rivaled anyone. Unless, of course, you were on their team. Then, your skills were equal to dozens of other men.

“Wolfkills. You’re all being assigned to a mission in Venezuela,” said the colonel. “Hopefully, it will just be recon. We think Ramos is building his army again. We know he’s been beefing up drug trade and trafficking, but that’s the Venezuelan’s problem, not ours. We just want eyes on him, get some photos, and get out. Clear?”

“Roger that, sir,” said the three men in unison.

“You know, your identical looks might just help you down there. These people are very superstitious and might see you as an omen. Play up to that if you need to. Don’t do anything outside of the scope of the mission. Just do your job and get out.”

“Yes, sir,” they echoed.

“And boys, keep your dicks in your pants. Just because the señoritas like your package doesn’t mean they should unwrap it.”

CHAPTER TWO

Finding Ramos had been easy. Almost too easy. They’d followed him, photographed him and several other men, got photos of his operation, drugs, and trafficked women, and sent it all back to headquarters, who forwarded it to the Venezuelan authorities.

“What now?” asked Eastman.

“I’m supposed to head to Honduras and meet SEAL team three for two days. I’ll meet you guys back at base after that,” said Ethan.

“Take care, brother,” said Rett, hugging his brother. They didn’t like being separated, but they also knew it couldn’t be helped. Ethan hugged him and then turned to Rett.

“I have orders to head back to base. Your transport will pick you up tomorrow. Try not to do anything stupid until then,” grinned Ethan.

“Fuck you, asshole,” he smirked. Saying their goodbyes, Rett made his way to his hotel room to shower and change his clothes. The idea was to blend in with the locals, and other than his size and eye color, he looked just like all of them.

With the cool breezes coming over the mountains, he pulled on a pair of khaki cargo pants and long-sleeved t-shirt. There were a few restaurants near his hotel, one in particular he had enjoyed tremendously because of the food. Tonight, it seemed empty except for just a few people.

Ordering his food, he sat at the bar, ensuring he didn’t drink anything except bottled water. When he finished, he paid the bartender, turning to leave. He was met with a barrier. A very sexy, very hot barrier.

The woman had her hair piled in a sexy, messy bun, her peasant dress riding low on her shoulders as her large breasts oozed from the top.

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