Break Me (Brayshaw, #5)

by Meagan Brandy

“Mommy, I’m thirsty,” Zoey calls. Every muscle in Victoria’s body goes limp and she shoots a hand out, allowing me to steady her, to hold her up.

“Baby girl?” he rasps, the hand on the railing tightening. “Or boy...”

Rolland steps up, two tiny basketballs in his hands and Royce freezes.

“Say it,” his command is shaky but strong. “I’m pregnant,” I whisper instantly. “With twins.” He slams his mouth into mine, owning me with his lips as he does every morning, all day, and each night.