We both get drenched as she tries to take it from me and we’re both laughing so hard we suck water down our throats when the spray catches our faces.
Others join the fight as brothers grab buckets and fill them.Ol’ ladies let out happy screams when their men dump water over their heads.Kids run around shooting whoever they can, tossing down their weapons when they’re empty for someone else to scoop up to fill back up.
We’re soaked, but we’re all having the fucking time of our lives.
Lovelyn comes running over, and Birdie snatches her up into her arms.
Our girl is kicking, squirming, and laughing as her mom turns her my way.
“Get her, Dad,” Birdie teases.
“No, Daddy.No,” Lovelyn says through laughter.
I hold the hose over her head so the water rains down on her.
Her cute-as-fuck giggles fill empty spots in my dark soul.
Then I’m pelted in the back with streams of water.The little boyish laugh lets me know my son has joined the fray.
I spin around with a playful growl.“Shooting a man while he’s not looking gives you an unfair advantage, son.”Then I catch him in the face with the stream.“Now, what are you going to do?”
A mischievous expression crosses Legend’s face, then he backs away.He goes and goes until there’s a good three feet between us.
I keep my eyes on him because he’s my fucking kid and I just know he’s about to pull some shit.
Legend runs at me with a feral grin, and I brace myself for the impact.He rushes through the stream of water I use as a deterrent and wraps his arms around my thighs to take me down to the ground.
“Oh, we’re wrestling now, are we?”I laugh, tossing the hose to the grass.“Let’s go, little warrior.
I let him work hard at moving me as I smile at his grunts.The little man is fucking strong for his size, I’ll give him that.
What I’m not expecting is to be tag-teamed by my family.
Birdie sticks her foot out behind mine at the same time Lovelyn rushes around to help her brother shove.
My arm snakes around Birdie’s waist, and my other wraps around the twins as I fall back.
The backyard of the clubhouse goes silent as my big ass hits the ground with a loud groan before laughter fills the air.
As payback, I tickle them all, ignoring the twinge in my back from where I landed.The pain is fucking worth it to have this right here.
Their laughter.
I’ve just pulled a dry t-shirt over my shoulders when my phone rings.Grabbing it from the bed, I check the screen, my brows furrowing at the unknown number flashing across the screen.
“Yeah,” I answer.
“Brother, brother, brother.How the hell are you?”Frankie’s taunting voice replies.
“Pretty good now that I put a bullet in my mother’s head and watched our father’s throat be ripped out.How are you?”
Frankie hums.“Too bad I couldn’t be there to witness it after what he did to the person who gave birth to me.”
“Like father, like son, right, Frankie-boy?”
“I’m nothing like him,” he snaps.
“Delusional too, just like Eoghan, I see.”I put the phone on speaker long enough to slide my kutte over my shoulders.“Don’t worry, little guy.I’ll make sure you reunite with your father in hell.It’s only a matter of time.I’m coming for you, Frankie.”
