Page 131 of Wicked Deceit
Zepp stiffens, tears filling his eyes. "Wow," he whispers. "Holy fuck," his eyes lock on Roman, suckling his breakfast. "He's mine."
"Congrats, bro, you contributed to our spawn," Seger says, shoving Zepp's shoulder. He comes and claims the spot next to Carter and me, peering down at Roman's face. "With his DNA mixed with yours, how much do you want to bet he's a boy genius?" Seger grins, pecking Roman's forehead.
Zepp snorts, "Well, we'll show him the ropes."
"He'll be an expert Angel Warrior player by the time he's ten," I whisper, watching his lips move on my nipple, pulling milk into his mouth.
Seger scowls. "I have to get to a higher level, or my kid will be better than me. Good thing they added more levels." An evil grin spreads across his face. "I'll be better than you soon," he says, rubbing his hands together.
I frown. "No! You can't play without me. That's not fair." He grins, flicking my nose.
"Sorry, Angel! I can't hear you over the sound of my level going up!" He says, running off towards the basement with a pep in his step as he marches down the stairs, and the sound of the video game loading blares through the house.
"Bastard," I mumble, setting back into Carter.
"Want me to kick his ass?" he asks, kissing my cheek.
"Nah. He's so far behind, I could take a month break and he'd still be behind me." I snort, closing my eyes, snuggling into Carter's warmth.
"Sleep," Carter whispers. "I know it was a long night."
"We've got him, Sunshine. What's the point of four dads if we don't treat you like a queen?"
"Mmmkay," I mumble, letting the darkness of sleep take me over.
After several months, we made our big move and sold the house we started our life in. We built a place on the outskirts of East Point Bluff, with acres upon acres of land and no neighbors in sight. Security gates sit at the edge of our driveway and continue around our entire property, helping me feel safe in the town that almost killed me. For the first few weeks, I refused to leave the property without one of the boys by my side, but as time went on, I moved on, too. Through therapy and healing, we made a home in the place we ran far away from.
When Roman was nine months old, the boys and I got married on the beach. Surrounded by our excited families, we officially said 'I Do.' The boys surprised me at the end of the ceremony, pulling out paperwork with grins on their faces and bouncing on their toes.
"We wanted to share a last name, and since we are marrying you…."
"We're the fucking hyphenated Coles now." Seger whooped, pulling me into his arms.
After conquering numerous obstacles and surviving near-death experiences, we made it. We made it to the future, and we couldn’t be happier.
Seven Years Later
"DeadRecords?"Iask,scrunching my nose. Looking up the worn letters line the top of the storefront and then to the neighborhood around us.
Jesus. I've seen my fair share of neighborhoods since we started this whole thing, but this one is the worst. Cracked sidewalks. Buildings falling apart.
"That's what her neighbor said," Zepp says, rubbing his chin and no doubt, inspecting everything. "Said she lived here now after her mom—" A large lump jumps down his throat, and he looks away, no doubt reliving the pain of losing our mother. You're never the fucking same after your mother takes her last breath.
"Yeah, I get it, man," I say, blowing out a breath. "Maybe up there?" I ask, pointing toward the upper windows overlooking the worn out street we're standing on.
My skin crawls with unease at the neighboring buildings and the people walking around. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one to fucking judge. But this entire town is a shit hole filled to the fucking brim with violence and crime. Even walking to our sister's sketchy ass ex-apartment made me uneasy as hell. I'm no stuck up prick, but I've always grown up in affluent places. But this town? This place? It's fucking shady as shit, and I can't wait to climb back onto our private plane and get the fuckity fuck out of here. Call me an over privileged asshole all you want, but this place is up to no good.
"I hope so," Zepp mumbles, eyeing the foot traffic on the opposite side of the road.
"This is such a fucking mess," I mutter. "If the old man had fucking money set aside for everyone then why didn't he just fucking give it to them."
"Maybe he forgot?" Zepp asks, shaking his head. "Those last few years, he didn't even recognize us or the kids or Kaycee."
"Right. Well, his fucking lawyer could have said something before now. Now we have to fucking traipse the globe looking for our long-lost siblings and presenting them with a fucking wad of cash when we have other shit to worry about," I say, blowing out a fucking breath.
This entire year since my dad fucking finally croaked has been a whirlwind of fucked up revelations. First his lawyer informs us that we have fourteen fucking siblings to track down and offer their inheritance to them in person, per our fathers request. Apparently, he'd been setting money aside for each of them all this time. Before we thought he was a deadbeat who abandoned his children for more pieces of ass. But now? Fuck, I don't know. He probably knew the quality of woman he was attracted to and didn’t want the gold diggers taking all the fucking money when he inevitably fucked off and cheated on them or she left. Maybe he did it to protect all the kids.
"Well, she's the last one. You remember her, right?" He asks, raising a brow.
