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Sadie scoffs. “It’s not amazing. Have you seen how much money they all have? We are poor next to them, but they want to raise money. They could just donate it instead of trying to make themselves look good.”
“You’re right, they could, but it’s still good to do what we can to help those who have less. I know what it’s like to grow up poor and need help. So, while they could do more, you need to focus on what you can do,” I tell Sadie, and she nods.
“We don’t have any money, Sadie, and neither do our friends. It’s their parents’ money,” Eloise tells her sister.
Sadie rolls her eyes. “Michael Junior the Third told me he has an inheritance. They all have money.”
Sadie turns to Darragh. “Do we have an inheritance?”
Darragh sucks his lips into his mouth and then lets out a sigh. “How the fuck should I know? I haven’t even known you were alive for very long.”
“Darragh,” I chastise. “Language.”
He rolls his eyes at me, and in that moment, looks exactly like his daughter.
“Time’s wasting, Dad, you better hurry. They are already getting us ready for college, and you have to pay for it.”
I move to Darragh and place a hand on his biceps. I’m pretty sure that is the first time one of the girls has called him dad, and Sadie being the first to say it is a big step. She is the leader of the twins, and Eloise seems to always follow her lead. I won’t call him out over his eyes watering.
“Yeah, Dad,” Cian says. “Time is wasting, and college is right around the corner. Ten years isn’t a long time. They have, what, one extracurricular activity? They will need more than that to get into a decent college. So snappy, snappy. Maybe we should get Celia to sort it out.”
I cut a glare at Cian. “If that woman so much as goes near those girls, you won’t get lucky for a very, very long time.”
Darragh reaches out when I walk away, pulling my body back toward his, and he leans down. “I think I like this protective role for you. I’m sorry I said I didn’t want the girls around you at first.”
My damn fucking heart swells—those girls mean a lot to me. I don’t know why, but they do. I don’t trust Celia, not when she looks at my guys like they are her meal ticket to a good life. Women like her want to be trophy wives, or now even Mob wives, since the aesthetic is all over social media at the moment.
Reid walks into the kitchen carrying the girls’ bags. “Sorry, they took off while I was packing their bags. They forgot one little bag clip last week and the mega bitch gave me a half-an-hour lecture on not being a good enough role model for the girls, and that arriving prepared every day is the pathway to success. Over a bag clip with their names on it—can you believe that?”
I snort. “Who is the mega bitch?”
“Headmaster Ellis, because she is a MEGA bitch,” Sadie says, emphasizing the word. “I had to go to detention in my lunch break because I was playing with the boys and it’s unladylike to tackle them.”
“You would have been better off sending them to Riverhill Prep. It’s still for those who are wealthy, but it’s this side of the river,” Reid says. “But who am I to talk? I took a scholarship where I could get it, and that’s why I’m across the river with those stick-up-their-ass socialites, whose life goals are to marry someone from a long line of wealth and be their trophy wives.”
I really like Reid. She lives in Huntersville, like I used to, so she gets what it’s like to work for everything you want in life. I’m glad she goes to Paradise Valley Elite, which is just across the river. Apparently PVE will produce the next president, if they have any say in the matter.
“We couldn’t send the girls there,” Darragh says. “I tried, and it tuns out Cian had relations with the headmaster’s daughter, so our application was rejected.”
“It’s not my fault. I went back to give a talk, and when I went to her office, she wasn’t there. But her daughter was visiting from college, and she asked if she could suck my?—”
“Toes,” Reid jumps in. “I hear those Riverhill girls really like toes.”
Sadie’s face screws up. “Who would want to suck toes? That’s gross.”
The microwave beeps and I pull out the burritos, putting them onto separate plates and placing them down in front of each of the girls.
“Thanks, Harper,” Eloise says.
“Girls, you need to grab those to go today. No one wants a tardy slip because, god forbid, we have to eat.”
The girls slip off their stools and say their goodbyes. The microwave beeps again, and I remove three more burritos and get more plates from the cupboard.
“If you bend like that again, you might have a cock accidentally slip inside that pussy,” Cian says.
Shit, I forgot I was wearing no underwear. I really need to remember to put them on before coming downstairs. I forget there are children here—and cavemen, apparently.
“Doesn’t she have a nice pussy?”
