I let out a strange chuckle, the kind that scraped my throat on the way out.“Guys, y’all chill,” I muttered, lifting both palms like I was calming a mob. “Let’s move the party to another day. Something serious came up. My mom called not quite long ago.” I dragged a hand through my hair, forcing a tired breath. “We have a mandatory family meeting. And trust me—no one dares miss those. Y’all know how my mom can be.”My eyes skimmed their faces one after the other, searching for cracks—hesitation, doubt, anything that said we don’t believe you. Tristan looked thoughtful. Layla looked concerned. Maxwell just looked entertained.“Seems to me like he promised a shawty date tonight” Maxwell teased, his lips curling as his brows bounced suggestively.Before I could react, Layla slipped her hand out of mine and stepped forward. Her fist connected with Maxwell’s stomach in a sharp, unhesitating jab.He doubled over instantly, a startled grunt bursting from his throat.“He’s mine,” she snapped,
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