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he added. The first woman hummed. "That's good to know." The third one said. "Yeah. Clarity is bae." the second one said. "You got that right," the third one said, raising her hand and the second one gave her a high five. The first woman rolled her eyes. "Mia," Marcel called, making me look at him. "These are baby mamas. Brandy, Nicole, and Shelly." "Hello," they all said in unison. Did he just say, baby mamas?

"I hope you are not gay, at least. That guy who sent you the pink flowers the other day? A bit much, don't you think?" Chad cut her off. His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the room instantly. "And what if he is?" The air turned into liquid nitrogen. Mom’s face shifted, her mask slipping into something ugly and hard. "I won't allow that. Same sex relationships are a sin against God. There’s no place for that kind of filth in this family." I let out a low, humorless laugh. It wasn't a choice, it just bubbled up. "Maybe. But what about lesbianism, Mom? I heard a story the other day."

"Anyways, enough about your father. How are you, cara (dear)" I faked a smile. "I'm good mamma. I really am." "Don't lie to me. I know these men. How is Vito treating you? Have you had sex?" She whispered the last part. "Mamma!" I screamed as I moved away from her. "Cosa?! (What?!)" Her eyes widened as she blinked innocently. "Lo sono tua madre (i am your mother). I'm trying to help you." "No, you're invading my privacy," I corrected. "That's between me and Vito."

she said, throwing back her drink. “Are you trying to get drunk,” I asked with a small laugh. “One can only hope,” she said, pointing at a woman speaking to Yulia. I had to assume it was her mother. The women were both loud and engaged in excited chatter. They seemed so happy in each other’s company and I suddenly missed Gabby. “What do you do around here,” I asked. “I’m a hacker, that’s what gets me off … the thrill of it all, knowing everyone’s secrets,” she said, her eyes wide.

The two ladies started to sway to the tune calmly and by pure luck Irly located Keenan coming from the direction where the restrooms were. She waved at her son, who waved back and came up to them. “Mother, I haven’t seen you in a while” Keenan said stopping Irly and Ella who were dancing with her words. “Yes yes, now dance with your wife” Irly said, handing Ella’s hand to Keenan who clasped it firmly and tugged Ella to him. Irly seeing that her mission was complete, made up an excuse leaving the duo to dance alone. However, none of them saw Leviathy following a second later from the direction Keenan came from, her hair slightly disheveled.

Ariana raised her hand like she was about to hit herself, but George quickly stopped her. He shot me an angry look. "Tamsin, she already apologized. Can you stop making a big deal out of this?" Mom got even angrier in my head. "That little brat! My girl hasn't said a single word, and this whole thing is just that little actress putting on a show. Sweetheart, don't you let this slide again!" I had always listened to Mom.

“We established that.” Elaine looked at me. “Yes,” she said. “We did.” “And you’re Dominic’s mother,” I said. “Yes,” she said. I looked at Richard. “And you’re the brother Marcus doesn’t mention,” I said. Richard’s face did something. Not the almost-smile of Dominic. Not the full warm version of Marcus. The face of a man receiving a direct statement he had not anticipated from a person he had categorized before meeting her. “Richard Hayes,” he said.

“It varies. Sometimes memories return in days or weeks. Sometimes… never.” Mama gasped, gripping Leah’s hand again. “Never? No. No, my daughter will remember us.” Leah stared at her, face blank. “I’m your daughter?” Mama nodded desperately. “Yes, my love. You are my first child.” Leah blinked. “Am I really your child?” A heavy silence filled the room. Mama’s lips trembled. “Yes, you are.” Leah frowned. “Born to you?” Noah ran a hand through his hair. “This is bad.”

"Julius, he's not a man but a boy, and he's nowhere near normal! I'm the mother for a reason! You're a basic human. He's not, so shut up and let me see to our alpha!" Mama called herself living with me to control my urges. After a month, her eyes had seen so much real-life porn that she didn't leave but flew home to cleanse her soul. Out of respect for Mama, I avoided sexing the women who were residents. The Masons' and Harleys' homes were often rented out to young partyers, so that's where I'd seek my victims.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.