My 7 Deadly Stepbrothers
“I don’t want to stay in London anymore. It's too suffocating.”
“Good... not that it's good that you are suffocating. I meant about you coming back,” he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Just remember, you’re always welcome here. This is your house too. There is no Harry, no drama— just you and me.”
“Just you, me, and your six brothers,” I reminded him, a smile pulling at my lips.
Lucas laughed loudly, the sound lifting my spirits. “Yep. Six of the best brothers you could ask for. How could you resist?” He said it in a sarcastic way, but compared to mine, his family was way better.
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