Weston A baby in the house again. A baby that’s mine, well, ours. One that won’t be a sibling to parent. I’m not sure if I remember how to take care of a baby. I mean, I was around 8 years old when I started taking care of my now 12-year-old and sixteen-year-old teenage brothers. I’m with Arson. I don’t know if I can do this. What if I screw this kid up? What if I screwed up my baby brothers? Are they going to grow up into decent adults? I’m not so sure. I know they will not follow in my footsteps. Both of them are straight-A students. Stetson is so intelligent; he is a high school freshman. Preston just got his license and is a sophomore. Preston’s football coach is already talking about him earning scholarships to play football wherever he wants. He will be the team captain when the new year starts. I’m very proud of both of them. When the boys get home, I must look stressed out, because I soon have them both sitting beside me, hugging me against them. I must have done something

 Ransom “Lock. If you don’t sit down, I’m going to tie you up so you can’t move,” I threaten watching him pace around in front of the couch where was are all waiting for Carley.  She took the boxes of pregnancy tests into the bathroom with her after leaving breakfast barely touched. The smell of the bacon cooking had her running for the bathroom.  I don’t like this. She is sic

Carley “Help me pack, boys. I’m going to move in with y’all,” I say, still keeping them on pins and needles for the answer to their question posed by Ransom. My dark knight’s face shows confusion.          Ransom’s emotions are dulled down, but he is possessive of who and what he considers is his. He is obsessively protective of his possessions or people. Ransom is a weapon that can make him dangerous. He has no remorse over anything, but Jase acts as his conscious. Despite that, he is grounding. He is loyal and constant. He is mysterious to most people thanks to his borderline epicene looks, paired with his caustic aura. My Death Bear.          I look at Jase, who has a knowing smirk on his handsome face. Never could hide anything from that man. He is intelligent and cunning. Jase is a brilliant fighter who takes his time to watch his opponent for weaknesses he c

Ransom         “Jase is still angry with me. I don’t know how to make it better,” I tell Ryder. I’m sitting across from him in front of his giant mahogany desk at his ranch home just outside of the major port city of Palomino Bay.         “You have yet to tell me why exactly that is? You keep skirting the subject,” Ryder unhelpfully points out.          He will not be happy with me either, not after what happened to Jaxson and Ali when they were teenagers. The difference is they didn’t have a choice to become sterile. I did.         “I’m going to start by saying it was my choice.” Ryder arcs his scared platinum brow at me.         I blow out a breath. It’s not as though I’m regretting my decision. I can’t feel regret. I just don’t like everyone b

Arson  “Hold on J, I almost got you in the car,” I grunt.          I’m trying to keep him from hitting his head on the door frame of the 1967 Dodge Dart GT. I just got it rebuilt. It still needs to be painted, but she runs, and the interior is all done.          I fail.          He groans in pain and rubs his forehead with a frown on his face.          “Let us come home with you, Incendiario. Por favor. Te lo ruego,” Slater pleads with me.          “My family is at home right now. No. You’re not coming home with us.”          “Yes, they are. They don’t need to be in that house with Axe there. These two can’t defend themselves. They are coming home with u