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Chapter 31

Trevor POV

I pulled out my phone from my jeans pocket as I walked down the hallway towards the living room. I was having a hard time not ripping the house apart after what Stella had just told me what the scum bag had said to her. Luckily, he was dead. But, his partner would have to answer for his wrong doings.

My Father was on the couch, one baby in his lap as he sang him a song, pulling his little arms up in the air as if he were dancing. Wyatt and Malek were sound asleep again in their swings across the room. He looked up when he heard me coming down the hallway, his smile fading as he noticed the look on my face. He pulled Harley up to his chest and swung his legs out, standing up as I walked into the living room.

"Son?" He asked as I stormed over the the kitchen, grabbing ahold of the keys to one of the motorcycles. It was Fall, and the wind was cold, but it wasn't quite cold enough yet to not go riding. I figured the fresh air would calm me down on the way to the jail. "He
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