All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel Chapter 28

MALACHI

I have never been one to want to put a bullet in a man’s head. That’s Jaxon’s hobby, not mine.

But Aaron Connor makes me want to murder a man so fucking bad.

When I suggest we pay him a visit, Ronan doesn’t object. He knows it’s time we teach the fucker a lesson—or several.

A couple of hours and some phone calls later, we’re on the front porch of Sarah’s old home.

We don’t knock.

Jaxon pushes the door open without a care in the world.

It creaks, sure, but I don’t give a damn.

Ronan and I step in right after him, and yeah, it’s a clean mansion.

White marble floors, big-ass windows, polished furniture.

Sarah’s touch is everywhere. I could tell from the furniture design to the architecture itself. The way the stairs welcomed us at the distal end of the room, and her office—a small room with glass sliding doors—overlooked, but didn’t impose itself on…

Yes. The Living room.

“Are you gonna be a good little bitch and take this dick?”

Aaron’s voice seeps into my ears, and I fight hard to resist the urge to cut his tongue off as we head in the direction of wretched moans.

His ass is out while he’s balls deep into some girl who’s bent over the couch. Her dress is raised all the way to her chest, leaving her tits and ass open for him.

Real classy.

“Seriously?” I say, deadpan. “In the living room?”

Jaxon snorts. Ronan just shakes his head. He’s seen enough already.

Aaron turns his head, and the look on his face plasters a wide grin on mine.

I have to give it to Jaxon. His plan worked.

Mine had involved less talking and dramatic entries, a nail gun, a couple of nails, broken bones, and lots of blood.

But this works.

He scrambles off the girl, yanking his pants halfway up while tripping over the coffee table.

“What the fuck—how did you get into my house?”

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