Then I dug into it more and confirmed it was her. She was living her life as if she didn’t have a care in the world. I guess she didn’t, considering she left her five children with a fucking monster.

What does that make her? She knew what our father was like, and she left us with him. There is nothing she could possibly say that would excuse it either. Which is why I’m with Gio when it comes to his whole no contact thing.

“You okay?” Zoe asks, sitting herself on my lap. Her legs on each side of mine and her arms around my neck.

“I have the hottest woman in the world on top of me. What’s not to be okay with?” I smirk at my wife, my hands wrapping around her hips, pulling her core against my now-hard cock.

“Smooth, Marcel. But seriously, you look like something is bothering you,” Zoe insists.

“It’s the whole our mother coming back from the dead thing. I have a bad feeling about it. I don’t know what, but shit is going to hit the fan,” I say.

“Have you spoken to your brothers about it? Like really talked about it? Not just the quick we don’t need her bullshit that got spewed out over dinner the other night.” Zoe does an impression of Gio, which makes me laugh.

“No.”

“Typical. Men are useless.” She shakes her head. “You should talk to your brother. Tell him what’s bothering you. This isn’t your fight to fight alone. Whatever it is, it affects all five of you,” she reminds me. “You’re really lucky to have brothers who are so loyal.”

“We,” I correct her.

“Huh?”

“We have brothers who are loyal. They’re your brothers too,” I tell her.

“Meh, I have no doubt that any one of them would push me in front of a grenade to save you.” She shrugs.

“No, they fucking wouldn’t. Because if they did, I’d kill them. But you’re right. I should go talk to Gio.” My hands move up her back. “Or you can lose your panties, take out my cock, and slide that hot little pussy of yours up and down on it.”

“Tempting, but I’ve got plans. You go talk to your brother. I’m going out with Daisy,” she says.

“Daisy? Doing what?” I ask, my eyes narrowing. Out of all my sisters-in-law, Daisy is the most likely to find trouble.

“The nail salon,” Zoe says. “Relax. We’re not robbing a bank.”

“Daisy wouldn’t rob a bank,” I grunt. “But she sure as shit would be the one taken hostage.”

“Why?” Zoe laughs.

“Because she’d try to talk her way out of it with the robbers,” I suggest. “I love you. Be safe.” I lean in and press my lips against hers.

“Always,” Zoe agrees.

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