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Still processing her prick of a son, Robert, and his fucking attitude.
The stick that was up his ass, preventing him from pulling his head out, also needed to be removed.
I was in my living room as I looked at what I had going on this month, and then my eyes landed on a particular date.
I pulled out my phone and opened the text thread I shared with my brothers. Dom and Bronson had been added over the years as well.
Curmudgeon Text Thread
Talia – Okay, it’s Mom and Dad’s forty-first wedding anniversary in three weeks. What are we doing for them?
‘Did you know you can’t hum a song while holding your nose? I bet you just tried it.’
– Dominik’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 4
Dominik
I shook my head, because why in the world was I the only one who saw the vinegar side of her? Talia had one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever seen.
Yeah, Carter’s woman, Harlee, was something else.
Garrick’s woman, Tatum, had he not realized what he had in front of him, I would have cock blocked every motherfucker who thought he stood a chance with Tatum.
Because if there was a woman who was good enough for Garrick, it was her.
Alec’s woman, Cassie, was sweeter than sugar.
Ethan... well, I was starting to think there was just no hope for him.
Carter – I have some sweet ideas.
Garrick – Hey, Harls.
Carter – Hey G!
Ethan – Where is our brother?
Carter – He’s taking a shit.
Carter – Told him not to get that taquito from that gas station.
Carter – But did he listen? No.
Talia – Sounds like him.
Garrick – Ditto.
Alec – I agree.
Ethan – Yep.
Me – Definitely.
Bronson – Oh yeah.
Carter – I’m back.
