Killian Grafton could survive an ambush. He could sit across from a rival mob boss and negotiate with a gun pressed to his temple.But getting his 4-year-old quadruplet sons out of bed?Impossible. “Matteo, Alessio, Rocco, Leo.” Killian’s voice was low but sharp as he banged on the blue door in the hallway. Every other door in the Grafton fortress was black. This one? These little tyrants had insisted on blue.He knocked again. No answer.He pushed the door open, the dim light from the dressing table lamp casting a warm glow over the boys curled up like burritos in their blanket. Killian strode over and tapped their legs. “School. Now.”They all groaned, rolled over, and yanked the blanket over their head.Killian exhaled sharply. His meeting starts at 8:00 a.m, the clock read 7:20, and if they all pulled their usual stunt, he’d be late again, something no billionaire could afford.“Don’t make me homeschool you,” Killian warned, yanking the blanket away.That got the boys sitting up,
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