Page 158 of Prince Charming

“Thisturdwent off on him for no reason.”

God save him from these kids and their burgeoning hormones.

He wasn’t even surprised.

Rider’s second son, Zane, had been friends with Lily for years. It was only recently this kissing shit started. Which meant Pasha stepped up as her protector to make sure Zane treated her right.

“He had his damn hands on you, Lil. Where’s your self-respect?” Pasha accused. Before they could start bickering again, Tag snapped his fingers for focus.

His Anna thought it was romantic how Zane watched out for Lily.

Tag, not so much.

Zane was a good kid, but he was still a guy with a dick. When he came over to their house, Tag made sure he gave the boy a withering stare. Let him know he was prepared to whoop his ass if he stepped out of line. Thankfully, they were still just kids. And he trusted them. To a point.

“Was he disrespecting your sister?”

“No, he was not.” Lily butted in. And Marianna stopped her, “Lily, we don’t talk over each other in this family.”

Where Lily had her long dark hair in two braids, Pasha’s hair was a messy mop on top of his head. He rushed a hand through it.

“Nah, dad. I was making sure he didn’t, you know?”

Tag twitched a grin, almost fist bumped his kid for that.

“Can I go now, dad? Zane is making us pizzas in the kitchen.”

“Yeah. Stick to where we can see you, you know the rules, no rooms with boys alone.” She rolled her pretty eyes but launched forward to hug him fast and kiss Marianna.

“Don’t forget we’re going for school clothes later.” Anna reminded her.

“I won’t.” she was already gone, running off to that boy.

“I would have grounded her, dad.” Pasha chimed, like he was twenty years old and not thirteen. “I’ll keep an eye on them.”

“Try not to annoy your sister, yeah? We gotta live with her.”

Marianna chuckled. She got it. Their house was usually a noisy war zone.

At that, one of Capone’s boys sauntered by. He was a mini Capone. Tall for his age, dark hair, darker scowl, dressed in club gear like he was ready to prospect in a few years’ time.

That wasn’t what Tag noticed though.

It was the way Mateo and Pasha stared daggers at each other. Pasha looked away first.

“What was that about, Son?”

Pasha—usually unflappable, turned his gaze away fast. But Tag caught the color highlighted on his son’s cheeks. Was there some beef between them?

“Nothing. He’s an entitled prick.”

Sauntering off in the same direction as Mateo, Tag watched his son’s strong stride. He’d already made noise about prospecting for the club when he turned sixteen.

There wasn’t an engine that Pasha couldn’t fix, he loved being in the shop with his uncles. And he mostly only did it in his spare time when he wasn’t studying. His boy was clever and could do anything he wanted to. Tag was happy with whatever he did, even if it wasn’tSoulsrelated.

His flighty, domineering girl was still undecided about her future. Tag reckoned he’d end up bailing her out one day.

“Christ, these kids are walking fucking hormones, Anna. I might not survive the next few years.” He complained, making her laugh.

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