Chapitre 156: WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER

Thomas' POV

"I don't know, Cora, they might not like that here." He says, obviously stressed out at there not being more females in the group to help in this situation.

Cora pouts and stomps her foot under the table. "Daddy, my boys will protect me!" She objects turning her puppy dog eyes towards us. "Isn't that right, boys?" She asks and damn if her little lisp doesn't have me wrapping around her finger instantly.

"Yes it is, darling." I answer and Carramel and Chloe chime in with their affirmations as well. Graves looks form us to her and bangs her head against the table in defeat.

  "Fine." He groans and she squeals, pushing her chair back from the table and racing over to us with a wide smile. I tuck the squirming little under my arm just as Graves gives a warning. "If her pigtails are even a little lopsided, I'll kick all of your asses into next week, fuck who your Mate is." He sneers and no one challenges him as we all nod.