Page 17 of Bragg's Christmas

Don’t go there, Damon.

She’s your daughter’s nanny. And a maneater. She isn’t what you need.

Too bad my cock perks up whenever she’s near.

Chapter 7

Bragg Brother Group Text

Riley:Are we more surprised Damon has a daughter or that Brody knew about Skye and somehow managed to keep it a secret?

Brody:I can keep a secret.

Elder:Keeping a secret about being wealthy doesn’t count.

Brody:Why not?

Elder:I asked seven CEOs what the secret to success is and they all said the same thing. Get out of my house.

Peace:I don’t approve of this joke.

Riley:Of course not. You’re a fuddy duddy.

Peace:Considering your brother is spying on all of us, joking about breaking into someone’s house is not funny.

Elder:Brody is your brother, too.

Riley:I tried to suffocate him in the womb. #failure

Brody:Who says I’m spying on all of you?

Damon:Me!

Brody:It was for your own good.

Damon:You’re the baby of the family. How are you doing anything for my good?

Brody:I’m not a fucking baby.

Peace:I know I’m not yet used to this brother thing, but shouldn’t we be giving Damon a hard time now?

Brody:It’s always time to give a brother a hard time.

Riley:There are no rules about taking turns.

Miller:I want to know the real reason Damon kept his daughter a secret.

Elder:Me too!

Riley:Me three!

Brody:Me four!

Brody:Peace, you’re supposed to write me five!

Peace:I’m a grown man. I’m not writing ‘me five’. I’m not a child.

Riley:But you know who is a child?