CHAPTER 39

“Whoa, what did I do?” Chloe exclaimed.

“Not you! Her!” My sister practically growled and shoved the magazine at us.

I took it and looked at the article. It was the one about us, the one confirming Chloe as my “baby mama.” I scanned it and looked for the part where it says who they interviewed.

“Son of a bitch!” Chloe shrieked. “I told you!”

“Mama bad! Bad!” Milka cried.

Chloe slapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. Mama forgot.”

Dad came in then and stole Milka from Aiden. “Sand?” he said, and Milka suddenly forgot about Chloe’s slipup.

Chloe watched as Dad grabbed the bucket and shovel from the kitchen cabinet and disappeared outside. No sooner had the back door shut than she blew up at Aiden.

“I swear, Aiden, if you ever sleep with that girl again, I’m going to personally carve your balls off with a plastic picnic knife!” Chloe shoved his shoulder. “Hell, you speak to her, and I’ll do it. She can fuck with me, but she doesn’t get to play games with my daughter.”

If I thought she was