Page 89 of Fractured
Carter – Know what?
Daddy-kins – I’m seriously missing something.
Me – Sometimes I wonder if I wasn’t brought home to the wrong family.
Mommy-kins – Talia!
Me – TODAY IS MELANIE’S BIRTHDAY, ASSHOLES.
Garrick – Fuck.
Alec – Son of a bitch.
Mommy-kins – Oh dear. I’m sorry.
Daddy-kins – Well, shit.
Ethan – I’m a fucking dumbass.
Me – You totally are.
Me – Go see a therapist.
Alec – I agree.
Garrick – Same.
Carter – Oh yeah.
Daddy-kins – Agreed.
I was still seething at Ethan.
Seriously... here lately, what was his fucking deal?
Dominik walked into the house and took in my face, and asked, “Whose ass am I kicking?”
I glared, “Fucking Ethan’s.”
He nodded, then he spun around and headed out of the front door.
I stayed where I was, still seething until I heard his Mustang start up.
Oh. Shit.
I raced out of the house, locking the door, and got in my Tahoe.
I just pulled up behind his Mustang and watched Ethan open the door, and Dominik punched Ethan in the face.
I snickered, then I started laughing so hard I had to hold onto my stomach.
He deserved that. Totally.
Needless to say, I was the only one who didn’t have to go out and frantically shop.
I already had her present.
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