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“I’m sorry. I’ll never bother you again.” I shake my head, not believing a word he’s saying.

“Bullshit. The moment you leave, you’ll go back to the same shitty behavior. You’re not used to the word no.” I cross my arms against my chest.

“I swear! I don’t even want you.” I roll my eyes.

“I’ve known that since the moment I found your dick in Sandra’s mouth. Why are you here?” He sniffles as Betsey pulls his hair harder.

“Your mother was blackmailing us. She found out we were sharing her daughters and made us promote your father. She said we had to marry you both without prenups so she could control your money.” I take a step back and clutch my chest.

“Damn,” Maverick whistles at the information.

“Dove,” Maddox reaches for me, but I wave him off.

“You never wanted to date or marry us?” I need him to clarify how much of a bitch my mother really is.

“We just wanted to fuck you both. Neither of us was ready to settle down, and then Sandra got pregnant, and we had no choice.” I shake my head in disgust.

Betsey shoves his head down and drops the whip on the floor.

“Fucking pig,” she hisses, walking over to a sink to wash her hands.

“Well, Dove, what do you want to do with him?”

Chapter

Twenty-One

NOVA

“Can I vote?” I close my eyes and try to ignore my brother while my wife is clearly struggling with the news that her mother has been a manipulative bitch.

“No,” Simone says, straightening her spine and lifting her chin in the air.

There’s my girl.

She pulls out her phone and dials a number. She taps her foot while the call connects and stares right at her punk-ass ex. He doesn’t deserve her time or attention, and I’m about to knock him out.

“Daddy, did you know that your wife was blackmailing the Reid brothers for personal gain and used us girls as leverage?” Well, she didn’t mince her words at all.

The pride I feel for her in this moment causes my dick to stir.

She’s getting an extra orgasm tonight.

“Speaker!” Maverick hisses.

“Shut it, Mayhem,” I growl, using his road name because tonight he’s acting the part.

He sticks his tongue out at me while Simone glares at us.

She does as he asks, though the room fills with her father’s rich timbre.

“Your mother has always been materialistic.” I arch an eyebrow.

“You mean she’s a greedy bitch who will stop at nothing to get what she wants, including selling off her own children. What I want to know is if she acted alone. Cause I swear to God I’ll come back to Toronto to get my pussies and never look back. Disown isn’t strong enough of a word for what I’ll do.” The man sighs but doesn’t answer.

“I see.” A single tear falls down her cheek.

“I’ve made my bed, sweetheart. I hope yours is more comfortable. You take care.” Her father hangs up, and the phone drops from Simones’s hand.

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