“Or prince,” Jay corrects through gritted teeth. He’s sweating profusely and his eyes are dilated. “I wouldn’t mind either.” I shrug. “As long as you still make me Uncle Z.” He scoffs, peering over at me as if I’m cracked. “You seriously think I’m going to have kids after seeing this shit every day?” I shrug a shoulder again, pursing my lips. “Why not? Uncle Z will keep them safe. I can be their personal bodyguard. They may not like it, but I’ll fucking do it.”
