“Knock it off, Braxton. I would much rather you have been taking care of my sick nephew than dealing with my problems,” I chastise her. “Not to mention you were out all day with your in-laws.” She curls her fingers into fists. “Either way, I want to string that guy up a flagpole by his tiny balls!” Her husband, Maddox, winces from where he watches us from his position in the doorway.
WAIT BRAXTON IS HER SISTER IT'S SET IN THE SAME WORLD I'M GETTING MADDOX AND BRAXTON AGAIN
