After I ate, I joined Dom and Zia on the patio, while the women got the meat and salads ready for our barbecue. “Did they force you to stay here too?” he asks when I sit down. “Yeah,” I answer and we both laugh. “Two grown-ass, stone-cold killers afraid of their mothers.” I say and he shrugs. “You don’t mess with single moms. They are viciously protective,” he says, handing me Zia.
She is wide awake and enjoying her surroundings. “I want this for her. I want her to have a normal life where she can safely sit outside without fear,” I say and kiss her chubby cheeks. She is growing so fast. Soon I will be chasing her around the house.
“She will get that. We just need to exterminate some pests first. Did Killer message you?” “Yeah, I will let him know that I will swing by tomorrow. Those r
