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Maceo shot him a look. “You nasty too if you know what Shibari is.”

My pops chuckled. “If he knows what it is, he’s probably used it on one of y’all’s mamas.”

Every single one of my brothers-in-law's heads snapped in his direction with a look that said how dare he suggest such a thing. Ms. Maddie held up her hand as Deuce opened his mouth to say something.

“Focus! Now is not the time.”

Maceo grinned. “Sounds guilty to me,” he mumbled.

Smoke shook his head. “Let me wake this nigga up.”

He pulled out a small vial and a needle. After measuring the correct amount, he jabbed the needle into JacQues’ neck, causing him to gasp as he came to.

“Rise and shine, bitch ass nigga,” Smoke said, delivering a hard punch to his face.

His head snapped back. When he regained his composure, he began frantically looking around. When his eyes landed on his family, they widened.

“Y’all okay?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “They won’t be for much longer.”

“The fuck happened to her face!” he demanded, looking at a bruised and bloody Jackie.

“Me,” Mia said, walking over to him. “I see where she gets her slick ass mouth from. I had to pop her in her shit.” She giggled. “JacQues DuPont. I bet you never thought you’d be seeing me again, huh? I guess I should properly introduce myself since you met the rest of the team prior to coming here. I’m Mia DeLuca. These are my brothers, Deuce, Smoke, Maceo, and Steel. These are my parents, Maddie and Stanley. These are my in-laws, David and Tara. And this…”

She slid her arms around my waist and tilted her head up for a kiss, and I was happy to oblige her.

“This is my husband, Titan. He’s been dying to get his hands on you.”

She’d barely finished that sentence before I sent my fist flying into that man’s face, causing his head to snap back.

“What’s good, pussy? Didn’t I tell you, you were next?”

JacQues spit blood from his mouth as he looked up at me. An evil grin spread across his face.

“Did you two have a nice turnout for that baby’s funeral? Or was it a memorial service? Whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t open casket.”

Before anyone could blink, Mia whipped out her gun and shot him in the groin. Every man in the room winced as JacQues howled in pain.

“You think killing my baby is a muthafucking joke!” she screamed. “You took her from me, and you think that shit is funny!”

She picked up the spiked brass knuckles and slipped them on her fingers before hitting him with a two-piece to the face, leaving him leaking.

“We’re gonna see how funny shit is about to get,” she said, spitting on him.

Turning to the cart, she picked up the nail embedded baseball bat. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, my father and Senior had jumped on JacQues. His chair fell backward, and he was met with their boots to various parts of his body. I mean, they were stomping his ass out.

It took me and my brothers-in-law to get them off him. My mama and Ms. Maddie stood back with smirks on their faces. As we put the chair back up on all fours, JacQues’ head rolled from side to side. The distinct imprint of a boot was on the side of his even bloodier face. His nose was crooked, and there was a gash on his forehead.

Mia laughed. “I should have let that go on longer.”

She approached Jackie with the bat and pointed it at her.

“Remember when I told you to pick a number and you said seven?”

Jackie bit her lip. “Please…”

Mia swung the bat, hitting her in the leg. Jackie screamed in pain.