Dominic POV
I stood in the kitchen, cracking my knuckles as I stared at the oven. Mom had left a tray of homemade lasagna in the fridge “just in case” she and Paul got stuck their offices again. I preheated the oven to 375°, then slid the pan inside and leaned against the counter, arms crossed.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
That never lasted long around here.
A sudden explosion of music upstairs made me flinch. Marty and Finn were screaming the lyrics to Lollipop by Lil Wayne at the top of their lungs. The ceiling practically shook.
My jaw dropped as the two of them came barreling down the stairs. They didn’t even break stride—just belted out the lines while grinning at me like they knew every secret I’d ever had.
“She wanna li-li-li-lick me like a—”
“GOODNIGHT!” Kennedy’s voice echoed f
