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By the look of them, I’d guess they were half-brothers. Frankie’s dark hair looked shaggy, unkempt, and his stature stood different from Mavericks. “Hey,” he said. “Hey.” I slung my backpack onto the seat across from him. “Not that it’s my business, but don’t you have school?” Frankie’s gaze dropped to his plate. “Yeah, well, I’m just staying a couple nights before I have to go back home.” I glanced over my shoulder. “You don’t seem too happy about that.”

Which if you are a kid in a neighborhood not particularly well known for the white patriots reaching their hands out unless it was to take from the community in the form of appropriation then it wasn’t exactly the place to be. UFCP was special that way they were helping directly through the foster care facility where and Frankie had spent a large part of our life when my mother passed long before my father knew we even existed. It's where he found us when he finally learned about her dying and the fact that she also conveniently happened to be pregnant. Not to mention giving birth to twin boys, right around the time he decided marrying a white capo’s daughter would make the heads of the fami

I dove into Franklin's social media and lurked in his private album. There were photos with telltale signs in the background: Macie's signature limited edition watch, the unique trinket from her desk. One even had a glimpse of her in the corner, her profile blurred but unmistakable to me. I should have been wary of Franklin from the start. He was the spitting image of my younger self: charming, handsome, with that same wild streak. Ever since he started working at the company, he shot up the ladder, landing right by Macie's side as her assistant.

“So tell me what creeped you out?” I drew a deep breath before I began, “He’s the creepy boy in a mask. He and his friend Max admitted it to me.” “Shut up.” She widened her eyes at me in both amusement and shock. “Really? Aw. That’s so cute.” “Cute? Well, we’ll see if it’s still cute once I tell you everything.” “Okay, babe.” She focused on me. “I met Max. They both grew up in a foster home before Max escaped.”

Zara is a real little princess and she loves Liam, when she gets really fussy and won’t stop crying, Liam can calm her within seconds. I am right now sitting in the garden outside of the house, looking at Aiden playing with the twins. Mack and he have gotten really close, and Mack told us all 2 months ago, that he would like to raise Kai. We talked about it. Mack has yet to find his mate. Usually, we don’t go that long without our mate, but it happens, and if he finds her she might not like that he is raising a little boy. But Mack said if she truly is his mate she will find it in her heart to help raise him. So Liam made it official, Kai was now fully Mack’s foster kid and you can easily se

“Colby and Carter had been kicking around an idea of putting a trailer up the road from your place, when Carson told us about them buying the Foster ranch. Cord suggested it’d be perfect for us with the extra large barn Carter can use as a permanent studio. And it’s close enough to Cord’s place that he could check on it when we were at the Bar 9. “In fact, when Cord called us to tell us about Colt, he asked me to talk to you about it first, since we’re friends.” Macie’s hazel eyes were filled with concern. “We’ll still be friends, right, AJ? I can’t stand the thought that this would hurt you.” “Hurting me is inevitable, you heard my mixed feelings about moving.” AJ stared out the window and

“Like… theme the nursery around him? You know… So Theo knows who he is?” Mac froze, blinking. “You… want to—uh—how many pictures are we talking abou—” “Just like 20 to 30 posters… maybe some cardboard cut-outs?” Mac made a noise he’d never made before. Unable to school the horror on his face. Ell burst into laughter, covering her face with her free hand. “I’m kidding, obviously.” Mac let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, chuckling as he pulled her close again, Theo squished gently between them.

“Well, more damage than he already clearly has, I mean.” Mac’s blue eyes flashed. “Dickhead.” The others nodded in complete agreement. “So, can I see Alexandra?” Francine asked Mac. “Sit with her?” “Yeah, for sure,” Mac said. “Come on, I’ll take you.” “And can I stay until she wakes up?” “Definitely.” Mac smiled down at her. “I think she’ll need you there when she comes to. If you can stay until that happens, it’d be a big help.” Francine looked at Dallas. “My hours at the safe house tomorrow… my sessions with the kids…”

"But didn't Mrs. Thompson just say she's a fake? How could she possibly have something that important?" My three younger stepbrothers immediately stepped in front of Rosie, anger blazing in their eyes. "What exactly are you trying to do? Not only are you impersonating our sister, you even hit our mom!" I raised an eyebrow at them. It had only been five years—had they really forgotten what I was capable of? I was just about to give each of them a slap when the unfamiliar girl, Camellia Thompson, suddenly stepped forward. Like a hen shielding her chicks, she pulled my three stepbrothers behind her. Frowning, she spoke with clear displeasure, "Why are you impersonating me? And judging by your a

We took them in and adopted them, after we found out their parents were killed in a cross-fire and no family relations wanted to take them. Micah burst into the living room laughing while Malakai calmly sat on the couch beside Frank, already dressed perfectly in his little Thanksgiving outfit while holding a juice box. Complete opposites. Malakai looked up from his drink and sighed tiredly. “Micah, just wear the shoe.” Micah gasped dramatically. “Whose side are you on?” “The side that wants food.” Smart child. Frank was seated comfortably with coffee in his hand, watching the chaos unfold with the most amused expression on his face.