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Iskander sighed in relief as he closed the door; his parents had left. "Jesus."

"I'm still here, Ho," Ivan said. "Tell me why wifey is not wifed up."

Iskander glared at him as I giggled. "It's fine, Ivan; I'm already taken."

Ivan glared at Iskander. "You're a bitch. You know that."

Iskander rolled his eyes.

"You're useless to humanity, Iskander; I can't believe you let some bitch ass named fucking Carson wife up your wifey!" He called after Iskander as he walked away.

"Bad words uncle Ivan."

"You use bad words on your dad only." Ivan winked.

Kenji giggled and nodded as I laughed. I have no objections.

"Ivan, don't let me enact the murder I've been planning for years," Iskander grumbled.

"Daddy, you're being a bitch ass!" Kenji yelled. "I want the new paw patrol game!"

Ivan's eyes widened. "It's time for me to go; my life is now in danger. Bye!" Ivan giggled, walking out the door as Iskander walked back.

"Kenji, darling, what did you say?" I asked, laughing.

"I said—"

"Don't Kenji, it's not a good word," Iskander said, cutting him off.

"Then why do all of you use it?"

Iskander stared at Kenji, looking for an answer.

I sighed, looking at his dumbass. "Because sometimes grownups are stressed, you have nothing to stress about, ok? We're here for you, so don't worry."

"But I am stressed, mommy; Eva's not happy."

"How do you know she's not happy?" Iskander asked.

"Because she told me her uncle keeps hurting her, but she doesn't want to hurt her daddy's feelings because her daddy and her uncle are very close. She doesn't want her mom to cry, either. When we have sleepovers, he doesn't hurt her, and I make her forget."

Iskander and I look at each other.....what the fuck?

"Mi corazon, how does her uncle hurt her?" I asked softly.

Kenji sighed guiltily. "She said he makes her take her clothes off and hurts her butt."

Oh, hell no.

"Izzie," I looked at him.

Iskander nodded, pulling out his phone. "I need you to come over here now....if you don't come, I'll drag your dumbass here....thank you." Iskander looked back at Kenji. "Eva won't be in danger anymore."

"Kenji, you've done a great thing."

"D—don't tell her—her pa—parents, please."

Both of us pause.....how do we not tell her parents?

Iskander nodded. "Fine."

"Hold on, Kenji." I took Islander's hand and pulled him into his office. "Izzie, you can't do that!"

"I'm going to kill him; whether she tells her parents are not is none of my business."

"But they need to know you have a child of your own. Put yourself in their shoes."

"How do I tell them? The man's brother is raping his child, and you think it's easy to say that. What if Eva cowers in fear and denies it? What the fuck do you think I am? Jesus Christ?"

I sighed. "Izzie, she can't get help; it's not healthy to keep that shit inside. It's traumatizing to almost be raped at my age of twenty-three; imagine being raped at fucking five!" My eyes began to water. I felt for Eva; I felt a lot for Eva. "It's not fair!"

Islander's eyes widened, and hesitantly, he hugged me. "Fine, fine, don't cry. I'll tell them."

I nodded, wiping my tears. "Thank you."

He sighed. "Alright, now get off me."

I pulled away from him, surprised when he actually wiped a tear from my face.

"I'm gonna go check on—"

"No, don't, I will. I'm expecting someone anyway. Go....rest or something." He said awkwardly, scratching his head.

I nodded. "Ok..if you say so."

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Iskander

So many grown women in this world who want casual sex, and you choose a five-year-old girl, your brother's five-year-old girl.

It pissed me off when Kenji told me; it pissed me off more when Renata was crying for this girl.

So, I called Oakley, another one of my annoying family members....I have to remind myself he's not Ivan—he somehow managed to share a stomach with me. It baffles my mind too.

"What's the name?" Oakley asked, tossing Kenji the candy that was supposed to be for me.

Ignoring that, I shrugged. "All I know is that his brother's name is Ethan Post, and his sister-in-law, Evangeline Post. They have two children, a five-year-old girl, Eva Post, and a five-month-old boy, Eros."

Oakley sighed, typing furiously. "Could've called Penelope,"

"I don't have time for her bullshit."

"You mean you haven't wifed up, wifey?"

He's been talking to Ivan.

"Keep talking to Ivan, and both of you will share a grave."

"Alright, chill," he laughed. "Dying by poison or sudden bombing isn't how I want to go."

"Then shut your fucking mouth and find this man."

"Edison Earl Post. Damn these people and names that start with the letter E."

I sighed. "He's been raping his brother's daughter, but I can't kill him yet, find a private investigator to take a picture of him in the act."

"That's CP, Iskander."

"I know goddamn it, but I'm not going to walk up to their door to tell them what's going on—I'm gonna show them. I won't be looking at the pictures myself. If you couldn't tell, I'm not a sickly human being."

"Really? I really couldn't."

I rolled my eyes as Oakley found someone capable of doing this job for me.

"Alright, found him, sending in this weird ass request."

"Oakley, would you like to tell Eva's parents her uncle is raping her."

"No, sir. I can help you kill him, though."

"That's the easy part, and you're not getting it."

"You're an ass."

"Certified." I retorted. "Now tell this guy I want the pictures ASAP, and I'll pay him extra money to deliver them to her parents in an envelope."

"He'll do it for a grand."

"Of course," I rolled my eyes. "Meet up with him." I have Oakley the money.

Yes, I was prepared.

"Take the other half for your shitty time."

"That's why I love you, supporting my costly life."

"Go meet the guy so he can do it already," I grumbled, pushing Oakley away when he tried to hug me. "You're almost twenty-eight; act like it,"

Oakley smirked. "I am. All I need to fulfill my mother's wishes of grandchildren as if Cillian didn't have that covered."

"Good luck with that. I can't see someone who'd want your ass."

Oakley flicked me off before walking out.

"Dad," I turned around.

"Yes?"

"You said a bad word again, are you stressed?" Kenji asked.

I shook my head. "My bad; let's go to bed."

"What about mommy?"

I sighed. "She's tired; I'll read you a story tonight."

"Tinga Tinga Tales! I want to read about elephant!"

I smiled; I couldn't help it. "Sure."

After Kenji fell asleep, I went to check on Renata. I kiss her cheek; she's so beautiful...I can't help but fan girl like a pathetic bitch.

She deserves the world, a world I can't give her.

Sometimes when you love someone, the best thing for them is to let them go.

I can't treat her like Carson does...neither can I trust myself not to get hurt. 

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