Badd (Motherf*cker) (Badd Brothers, #1)

by Jasinda Wilder

When Mom died Zane had been fifteen, Brock thirteen, Baxter twelve, Caanan and Corin the identical twins ten, Lucian nine, and Xavier, the baby of the tribe, had been seven.

Whoever this fine-as-wine honey ditched at the altar was a sorry son of a bitch, or a complete jackass.

“Trust me when I say you don’t want me to punch you. I’m Irish, and I’m the daughter of a Marine Corps drill instructor. I can lay you out, okay?”

Do what you gotta do, and deal with the emotions of it later, Dad always said.

“No, don’t hurt him, he’s not worth it. And hell the fuck no I’m not taking him back. I’ll probably let him try to explain himself, at some point, but I’m not taking him back. I got my ability to forgive from you, after all.” “Yeah, I don’t got that ability.” “My point exactly, Dad.”

She gave me her patented freeze-your-balls-off glare. “Wear the goddamn motherfucking tie, Zane Badd.” God bless Sebastian and may he have a long life and a happy one with Dru Connolly, but god, it took balls to parlay with this woman. She was something else, that was for damn sure. I held up my hands in surrender. “Fine, Jesus. But the second that service is over—” “Then I’ll take the tie off for you, if you’re so worked up about it,” she cut in. “Just please quit bitching about it.” “I can’t breathe wearing the fuckin’ thing,” I started. Dru just hissed at me. “You’re a Navy SEAL, Zane. You can hold your breath for, like, ten minutes.” “That’s beside the point,”