Page 157 of Prince Charming

“Why don’t you chill out? Your mouth is always fucking running.”

Beside him, his wife chuckled. “Let them express themselves with whatever language

they choose, you said. Now all we hear isfuck thisanddickhead that. Now you’re going to have to beat their asses.”

She was so amused was his Anna. He turned a stern look on her, and she giggled even more. She knew he was a soft shit for their kids. He doled out discipline when it was needed. Especially if they dared to get mouthy with their mom. But other than that, his kids were feral animals. Especially with each other.

They’d grown out of their cute stage of doing everything as a mirror image of one another. In the last year, they’d rebelled against being a twin, though Tag always saw their twinness in them. They couldn’t help but have the same mannerisms, they still even spoke at the same time.

But he’d given them room to grow as young adults.

Now they were driving him and Anna crazy.

Turning his head, he caught her mouth in a kiss that soon became deviant in tone. He swallowed her moan and wrapped a hand in her hair. So ready to move this on and get her somewhere private.

Until he heard.

“Oh, my god! Do you really have to be all over each other like a rash, dad? It’s not like we’re traumatized enough already.”

The little shit.

An amused Anna stayed in his arms. The kids were used to them showing affection. They showed enough to those turds, whether they wanted it or not.

“Boy, get your skinny ass over here now.” Tag called out across the clubhouse. “You too, Lily.”

“What did I do?” She complained, flipping her hair like a diva.

Thank god—despite their attitudes, they were straight-A students. Tag couldn’t wait to ship them off to college in a few years, just for a bit of peace.

He bit back his grin, watching them slink over.

Where his girl was delicate as a dancer, like Anna.

Pasha was everything Tag. Down to the way he walked, held himself and talked. They might be wild, but he was proud as hell of his kids. They fought like cats and dogs, but Pasha waded in a few times when little brats had been mean to Lily.

As her brother, he could wail on her, but god help anyone else who touched his sister.

Family came first, they knew that.

Protect our own first.

“Right, quit yer bitching, me and your mom kiss. Get over it. One day you’ll have someone and wanna kiss them, and in front of your ungrateful, whiny kids.” Tag started and watched them both scowl.

“I don’t whine.”

“I’m not ungrateful.”

They spoke at the same time.

“Now tell me what today’s drama is about.” When they talked over each other, Tag emitted a high pitch whistle. “Lily first.”

“She always goes first!”

Thirteen-year-old Lily, two minutes older than her brother, smirked at Pasha. Then turned her beautiful eyes on him, so like Anna’s.

“He saw Zane kiss my cheek and this dickhead—”

“Lily.” Tag warned.

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