All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel Chapter 2

MALACHI

I turn to my brothers.

“I can see why Sarah married him now. He’s smarter than he looks.”

Jaxon scoffs.

“In his fucking dreams.”

Ronan looks like he’s trying not to gag. Aaron’s whole existence offends him. Fair.

They’re standing by the only exit out of the living room. If he tries to be silly, he won’t be able to make it without running into Jaxon’s fist. Which—believe me—is an awful thing to me.

“We talked to Sarah today,” I start to speak.

“She was so fucking pissed,”

“Typical of her, she didn’t tell us what’s wrong. But we know…we know you’re the only one who can pull that kind of visceral reaction out of her. So…” I pause, leaning back into the couch.

“What the hell did you do, Aaron?”

Aaron throws his head back in laughter.

The sound is dry, bitter, unhinged. Makes me want to skip the whole talking thing and go straight to the part where blood spills on the floor.

“She really thought she could have a man better than me, didn’t she?” The words leave his lips as the laughter slowly dies.

“I needed to show her she’s nothing without me. I made her. Helped her build her company and her image. I took care of her when her brother got tired of her bullshit and moved to the other fucking side of the world.”

He shakes his head and laughs again.

He’s full of jokes, isn’t he?

“She thinks she can just get with someone else? Please. I took her when she was innocent, pure. I would make sure she’s miserable with me, because she would never, ever be without…

“Fuck this,” Jaxon cuts in with a hiss, and in a flash, he pushes forward and cracks Aaron a clean right hook.

The fucker screams and falls to the ground, face flat.

When he looks up at us, there’s blood all over his nose, on his shirt, and dropping to the ground.

Ronan lets out a sigh. “It was about time someone made him shut the fuck up.”

Jaxon turns to Ronan with a wry smile spread across his lips. He looks down at his bloody knuckles, and wipes it with a handkerchief he keeps tucked in the breast pocket of his black denim jacket.

“You’re welcome.”

I leave the couch and crouch down next to him.

“You must understand that it’s nothing personal,” I reach for the side pocket of my pants, take out my own handkerchief, and begin to help him wipe the blood off his nose.

“You were talking a lot, and like I said earlier, we have the intention of keeping this brief.” I drop my hand when his face is more…well, bearable, and flash him a smile.

All good.

“So, here’s what you'll do. We don’t know what you’ve done to Sarah, but whatever it is, you’re going to undo it.”

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