~Zane’s pov~
What the f**k is this s**t?
The internalized anger and need to defend the only father figure in my life made me want to beat my brother the second I saw him. Malek stood in front of my bedroom door, hands raised as though he was surrendering. If I didn’t love him, I would have struck him regardless of how hurt he looked. He looked…. Injured. What the f**k happened to him?
His had no marks but Malek looked mentally drained. Stress isn’t good for this baby.
I sighed and stepped out of the way so he could enter the room. There was a crib next to my bed, and Xavier was fast asleep. Looking like a precious dime.
One day, I’m going to have my own child. Someone of my image, and I’m going to spoil him.
For now, though, I can live out my dream with my nephew.
Malek flinched
