Scarlett
“So, how long are you going to punish him?”
I looked up from the little guy nibbling on my finger to his father as Mad stood at the threshold, leaning against the door frame. I arched a brow at him and asked, “And, why are you asking me that? I thought you were the happiest to see him like that.”
He shrugged. “May be.” He walked inside the room, his eyes falling on Aiden and his whole face softened at the sight of his youngest son. “But it’s getting old and I’m missing my arsehôle brother.”
A snort left me. “You are joking, right? You were the one who was gloating the most with his fûckup.”
“So what?” He questioned, looking up at me with those blue eyes that now seemed to look past all the walls I had been trying to build to hide my battered heart. Meeting my gaze head on, h
