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“Saint,” Father warns.
“Sorry.” I clear my throat. “You were saying?”
“I’m glad things are going well. You three have been locked up in that house for weeks, only coming out for business.”
“I’m not complaining.” Shepherd grins. “So much easier having her in the house than watching from afar.”
“Like that ever stopped you,” I mutter.
“You’re just jealous, Cove was mine before yours.”
“I want to meet her,” Father declares and we all go still.
“What?” Maverick asks, frowning.
“She’s practically my daughter-in-law, isn’t she? And the future mother of my grandson.”
“Or granddaughter,” I point out.
He chooses to ignore that.
“What are your plans for tonight?”
“You want to come over?” Shepherd asks.
“Why not?” Father looks between the three of us. “Can’t I spend time with my sons and their woman?”
“Who are you?” Shepherd narrows his eyes. “And what did you do with the man who makes people shit themselves with one glare?”
“I’m not a monster, you know,” he mutters.
He’s not. It’s hard to believe because of the way we were raised and what he forced us into, but when it came to the three of us, and our mother, he was a caring person.
As caring as the Pakhan of the Bratva could be.
“Cove is making dinner. She’s expecting us back soon.”
“Dinner sounds wonderful.” Father gets to his feet. “Count me in.”
Well, shit. This could either end with our father’s true blessing or in a shitshow.
Cove isn’t the biggest fan of our father, and we understand where she’s coming from. It might not be a big deal to us, but to her, he’s the man that sent us away. He’s the one to blame for putting us through ungodly situations and is now forcing us to knock her up to give him an heir.
But Father has a point. She’s going to be in our lives for good now, and they’re going to have to meet sooner or later.
I just hope it doesn’t end in a disaster.
The moment we step into the house, the smell of roast chicken hits my nose and my stomach growls. “It smells amazing in here,” Shepherd compliments, mimicking my thoughts of approval.
“It does. I can’t wait to try it,” Father says, stepping into the house behind us.
“Cove!” Maverick shouts. “We’re home.”
A moment later, Cove comes rushing out of the kitchen. “Just in time. The chicken is done. I just need to pull the corn out, and we’ll be good to–”
She stops talking, blinking in surprise. My stomach sinks, thinking she’s seen my father and isn’t too happy about him being here.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she groans. Shit. This isn’t going to be good. “Look at all that blood!”
