Page 273 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Alright, bling dick, let’s get home to our girl before she sends a search party looking for us.”

Chester pulls up his pants and gets the rundown on how to look after his new jewellery, and then we finally leave the store. I watch how he walks, and with how he’s wincing, he must be in a bit of pain. I don’t say anything because Chester in pain means a huge attitude—I will save that blow up for Boston.

By the time we get back to the house, there are security guards manning the gate, which is never closed, but now it is. Oh, this is going to be fun.

“What the fuck?!” Chester yells as the poor security guard walks over to the car. “Open the fucking gate.”

“Sir, I need to see your ID,” he says.

“No, open the damn gate. I live here,” he snaps.

The man puts his hand on his gun—big mistake. Chester goes to open his door.

“Calm down,” I tell him, grabbing his shoulder.

“I’ll get out of the car and make him fucking open the gate after I cut off his hand. Let’s see how he likes that,” Chester mumbles. I’m surprised the big man is showing so much restraint; his cock must be really fucking hurting for him to not be out of the car already.

“Here,” I tell the guy, pulling my ID from my wallet. He looks at it and nods his head, and after he presses a button, the gates open.

“Fucking Boston,” Chester mumbles under his breath.

I wonder when those two will start to get along. They are always doing shit to piss each other off, and have been since we were kids. I’m just glad the punching has stopped. That seems to have worked itself out or Jolie threatened them to stop. Knowing her, it was a sex ban. I snort at the thought.

Chester parks his car inside the garage, and the automatic doors close behind us.

Not waiting for Chester, I make my way inside and rush up the stairs. Although I hear the guys’ voices downstairs, I need to get changed and see Jolie. I can’t keep blaming myself for letting her go all those years ago. She is here now, and we have our children to take care of—even if it still doesn’t feel real.

Making my way down the hallway, I walk into our bedroom and startle slightly. Jolie is standing beside the bed, and both babies are lying on the mattress in front of her. She somehow knows I’m there and turns to look at me.

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

I walk over to her, and she grabs hold of my hoodie, pulling me closer to her.

“Ziyon is dead, and his body will be here soon.”

Her shoulders drop and relief washes over her. “Thank god we can finally relax. I feel so bad though—since I have been back, both Zacari and Ziyon lost their lives because of me.”

“Don’t. They brought it on themselves. Feel good about our babies being home, and that Chester plans to tell Brennan we are all taking a few weeks off.”

Jolie giggles. “Now that I have to see.”

One of the babies stirs, and Jolie turns back around, but I stay next to her.

“I picked a name,” she whispers, leaning into my side.

“You did?”

She had been asking us for ideas, but none of us thought we should name her first daughter. We wanted to give her thatchance. Sure, we did throw out some middle name options, though.

“Zhavia, after my sister. I think it will be a way for me and Melinda to bond, and I think it suits her. She will need a strong name, having so many boys around her.”

“I think so too,” I agree.

“Let’s go downstairs and watch the fun begin. Brennan is going to have a coronary at the thought of not going into work,” she says with a laugh.

She hands me Zhavia, and I cradle her in my arms while Jolie holds Zadom. Having kids wasn’t something I had even considered, but looking over at Jolie and the way her face lights up looking down at our baby boy, she was made for this. She might not see it yet, but I can, and I can’t wait to watch them grow up.

I don’t know if all the obstacles have finished coming our way, but our biggest threats are gone. Whatever we face, we can do it together. So long as Chester doesn’t give Brennan a heart attack tonight, that is.

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