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“Come with me. They’re with Nova and Falcon in the living room watching a movie,” Phoe explained.
“On their own?” the girl’s mom snapped, turning suspicious.
“Hell no, they’re with our kids and probably wrecking Savage’s house. But it’s okay, we’re all used to that. What’s your name?” Phoe chirped to my frown.
“Grace,” the woman replied as she followed Phoe into the house.
A stunned moment of silence passed, and then Drake nodded.
“That answers that. Clearly, she’s not the monster, and that cunt needs dealing with,” he said.
“Qui, une bonne raclée fera des merveilles,” Vivie seethed and, seeing our curious looks, explained, “A good beating will do wonders.”
Lex grinned at his hot-tempered wife and drew her in for a kiss. Vivie mumbled a few more threats in French before settling in his arms.
“Lindsey, Artemis, Autum, Marsha, and Carly need an address,” Silvie muttered to Apache, who nodded.
Marsha smirked at the mention of her name.
“Why not throw Casey in as well?” Amberlea, Gauntlet’s old lady, asked.
“Oh, Casey will just invite herself.” Silvie chuckled and then sobered. “I used to lead parties like that.”
Silvie seemed to collapse into herself, and Apache jumped to attention, lightly rubbing her back while he whispered in her ear.
“La mort est trop belle pour ça bitch,” Vivie muttered.
“Death is too good for that bitch,” Lex explained.
“Bitch isn’t a French word,” Silvie said, and Vivie glared.
“I’m upset and mixing languages.”
“Okay.” Silvie grinned. “Note to everyone, when Vivie gets emotional, she mixes her language up. But when she’s really mad, like at Lex, we get full-on French.”
Lex chuckled as Vivie spat something else before she, too, laughed.
“This seems to be a mess,” Fish murmured as he nodded towards the house.
“Not mine, brother. I just rescued the kids. That’s where my involvement ends,” I replied.
“Famous last words,” Lex said and chuckled.
We looked up as Phoe led Grace out of my house, sat her down, and then bossed Drake to get Grace some food. It was clear that Phoe had found someone new to mother, and Gauntlet and I swapped a knowing glance.
Drake dropped a plate on the table and hurried over to us before Phoe could find him another job to do.
I hid the smirk as my president approached. Drake may openly be pussy whipped by Phoe, but anyone who commented on it soon got their ass kicked and hard. Drake may be forty-seven years old, but he wasn’t slowing down at all. Neither was Apache at fifty-three. I was thirty-nine and most likely felt a lot older than those two.
Hell, Gauntlet was thirty-five, Lex was thirty-eight, and Ace was thirty-nine, the same age as me, and they all probably felt younger than me. Of course, they blamed their kids, saying they kept them young.
The idea of me adopting a boy briefly crossed my thoughts, and then I shuddered. I couldn’t expose a kid to my roots and past. The poor thing deserved better than someone with my DNA.
My mind shied away from my history as I took in Grace, who was looking bemused as the old ladies surrounded her. There was something fragile about Grace that caught my attention, but I sensed an inner strength, too.
Grace was dressed in a waitresses uniform, and her blonde hair was pulled into a neat ponytail. She had little makeup on and looked tired. The emotion that had clearly been on display when she’d arrived searching for her children was now tightly back under control, and she appeared a blank slate. If not for her outburst when she’d spotted us, I would have doubted she felt anything deeply with the expression she was presently wearing.
As much as I said I wasn’t getting involved, I couldn’t help but listen. The old ladies were doing their best to offer support and find out information. Still, Grace politely ducked questions and avoided commenting on anything personal.
