Chapter 280

~CARTER~

When I pulled up to the house, I noticed that all the cars were already there. It meant that I was the last one to return home.

I take a deep breath before facing my brothers. When I push the door open, I’m hit with the scent of my mother cooking in the kitchen. Her meals are what brought us together every night. No matter where we were, we came home in time to enjoy the dinner that she made.

Our family portrait was laid proudly on the wall. One of the largest portraits I’d ever seen. It was the first thing every guest saw when they entered our mansion. It was our parent’s pride and joy.

Almost everyone who entered our home stopped and stared at the portrait before moving forward. For me, I’d gotten used to that picture by now.

I walked down the hallway and made a second left; I found my mother exactly where I knew she would be.

“You’re late.” She scolds me. “Your brothers have been singing this in my head for the past hour. Where have you been?”

Dropping Clara’s sister home. I don’t say those words out loud. I knew my mother would have plenty to say about that.

“At a party.” It was only partly true.

She sighs, “When will you start getting serious about your life, Carter?”

It wouldn’t be a typical day if my mother didn’t remind me of my poor decisions. I lean over the counter and kiss her on her cheek. It always worked.

She smiles, “They’re waiting on you. After one game, I want everyone inside for dinner.”

our leisure, we had a combination of a basketball court, a tennis court, pools, and all you could

court was first,

late, Carter!” Alaric growled the second he saw me.

me, and

never asked you to wait.” I retort. “Now get the f**k

yeah?” he asks as she shoves my chest. “What are you going

few seconds to start

He shouted to alert my other brothers that I was finally

them to be out here waiting with Alaric, but they all anticipated that I

eldest of the nine of us and the biggest pain in my ass. We were very competitive

years older than me and the second

competitive. Always fighting to win. At any sport, whether it be football or basketball,

thinking about his stomach. Ares was the fourth,

tries to read her book on the porch. She’s the calmest amongst us and, unfortunately for her,

she gets everything she wants, and no one can hurt

as he

pouts. “I want to read out here. Can’t

when Violet uses her charm on our older brother. He never says no to her and treats her like the princess that she

on, boys,” he says, “let’s wrap this up and head inside. Mom’s making some honey-glazed turkey for

his game just got squashed because of his fifteen-year-old sister. We never even got a chance to play. There

of my brothers, and we all take our seats assigned to each of us since

good, Mom,” I tell her as she fills

she smiles. “And where is Violet? Why isn’t

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