Page 97 of Unveiled Wounds

“The man is in the closet.” Pebbles kept pushing.

Everyone in the vault saw the moment Peaches understood. She wasn’t Wreck’s favorite. She reminded him of Pretty, and the similarities were close enough that Wreck could forget for however long they were together. Pretty was taller than Peaches, but they had the same general build—small shoulders, tapered hips, and long legs. Peaches was also a blonde with shoulder-length hair, the same as Pretty.

“Oh, snap. Damn, Pebbles. Tell us how you really feel about it.” I didn’t know the girl who was speaking, but she had pink hair. “So, I have a confession,” she said, looking straight at me. “When you and Grizz broke up, he came to my room.”

“So?” I wasn’t sure if I cared or not. I guess it depended on where this story was going.

“Told me to get ready, so there I am, laying on the bed, butt-ass naked. The dude couldn’t get it up. Not even a chub. He stared at me, but I wasn’t sure he actually saw me before he walked out the door. Never mentioned it again.” Pink hair smirked.

I smirked back at her before we both burst out laughing. “He never has that problem with me.”

“I didn’t think so, but it was pretty funny, and since we have time…” She shrugged. Pink hair had only told that story to pull attention from the other two. It broke the ice.

“What I want to know, Aunt E, is how you got mixed up with a hot cartel boss? I’d call him Daddy if he wanted me to,” one girl said. I wasn’t sure of her name. Candy? Cinnamon? Fireball? It was something along those lines.

I need to learn their names.

“I want to know, too,” Grace agreed.

Me three!“Sabre calls you mama. Does he have a hidden daddy kink we don’t know about?” I chided her, giving Aunt E a minute, in case she didn’t want to spill. I didn’t want my aunt to be hurt any more than she already was about the past. Her comment about living with regret hadn’t sat well with me, ever since that day in the kitchen.

“It’s okay, hon…ey.”

She’d called me honey, and even though there was a pause in the middle, my heart skipped a beat at the normalcy. I caught Grace’s eye as she discreetly wiped a tear. She’d heard it too, and it had given us both hope.

“Young…dumb…in love…He said…every…thing right.” My aunt still wore a brace on her hip that locked around her leg. Grace and I knew she’d never be able to sit on the ground, sowe’d made sure the enforcers had brought a fold-up chair with padding for her.

“How did you meet?” Grace urged, shifting JR on her lap. He was more interested in the battery-powered candle, not the conversation floating around him.

“Ugh…He was your father’s…client. You were sick…and I took…lunch. Alex there.” She brought her fingers up to her ear as if this was charades, and the word was telephone.

“He called you?” Emily had been quiet for most of the night, and we hadn’t pushed her to talk. She sat up and folded her legs underneath her, engrossed in the story.

My aunt enthusiastically shook her head before pointing to her chest. “Coy.”

“No wonder he chased you. I bet you were hot,” Pink Hair said.

The vault went completely silent before laughter echoed off the walls. Pebbles gripped her side, falling into Kitten. Peaches grabbed her thighs, falling forward, as if that would help her regain her composure. Grace had buried her nose in the curls on JR’s head. I tightened my hold on Pumpkin until she made a noise, quickly releasing her.

My aunt shrugged. “First night.” She smacked her fist against her palm. “Preg…nant.”

“That was more than I ever wanted to know about your demon spawn.” My mouth dropped open as my brain caught up with my mouth. “Aunt E, I’m so sorry.” Hurting her had never been my intention.

She waved me off. “I didn’t…know.”

“Please tell me you didn’t swear off men after. No dick is worth giving up more dick.” Pebbles shifted on the floor, but when she found a comfortable spot and sat up, we were all staring at her. “You can’t tell me I’m not right.”

“Favorite dick?” I asked her, taking the pressure off of my aunt. This conversation had completely gone off the rails. It wasa good thing the babies were still little, otherwise, we’d have serious explaining to do.

“Scrub.” I swore her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Really? He’s always so mild-mannered.” Emily scrunched her nose, obviously thinking about what signs she might have missed.

“I walked through those gates right after Stands left. He was sowing some wild oats then, and the boy had skills. Still the best dick I’ve ever had. You?” She winked at me, knowing exactly what I was going to say.

“There’s only been two.” I covered Pumpkin’s ears. “You don’t need to know your daddy’s dick game is on point.”

“I didn’t want to know either,” Grace laughed. “I don’t have to tell you mine.”

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