| 036 | Rhyot |

"Hah!" Our son barked a laugh, then he did a cartwheel and launched himself at the twin in the middle, hitting him with his feet, making both of them fall down, then, he punched his face with his bleeding knuckles, "Right about what? What are you right about, uh, Otis? What were you saying?" More three punched on the jugular, consecutively. "Piece of shite," he spit on the kid.

Lloyd released the twin and jumped on the other with the same attack, before he could attack our son, suffocating him too, "Mate... mate, help me. Keaton is resisting more than Thomas did," he groaned.

Our son stood up and turned to him, then punched his face, making him faint. "No resistance in sight," he then helped Lloyd stand up and fist bumped him with his bloodied fist. "See? I told you that you could do it. Sure, they are 13, but so what? We're tall and smart, and richer," he giggled. "They won't bully you now."

"You think so?" Lloyd beamed.

"Mate, you just fought two of them. We're are winning!"

They stayed silent for a second, "Your mum is going to kill us," Lloyd groaned.

"Great powers come with great responsibilities, and impulsive actions come with even greater consequences," he chanted. "Oh, yes. Mum will kill us!"

"Bloody damn straight, I will!" Ruby barked at them and they both screamed.

When they turned to us, I finally took a good look at my copy and paste son, and when they saw me and their eyes widened in shock, jaws dropping, I winked at them, "Sand, right?" I grinned and my son gasped, turning strawberry red.

"Oh, shite!" They cursed together, shared a shocked look, than back at us.

"Yes, little boys, oh shite," Ruby punched my arm. "Put me down, Rhys." I instantly did what she asked, then she was running to them, grabbing both by the ears and twisting it, and I barked a laugh. "What the fuck were you two thinking? Have you gone insane?" She released their ears when they cried about it, bending down, then she grabbed hold of their hair instead. "You are screwed."

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, mummy," my son cried, his pleading eyes on me.

"Auntie, auntie, it hurts," Lloyd cried, his eyes also on me, begging for help.

"I haven't even started yet!" She yelled at them.

"Come on, love, it's enough, those motherfucking bitches deserved it!"

"Yes, they did!" The boys cried.

"Wait, did you just call my mum 'love'?" My son frowned.

"It doesn't bloody matters, Rhys," she snapped at me. "They could have gotten expelled. What are going to do now, uh? Who are those bloody kids even?"

"They... they are Lloyd's bullies, mum, from our class," our son cried when she seemed to tighten her grip in their hairs. "They talked ill of you."

"Mercy, auntie Ruby," Lloyd cried, actually cried. "It's first time winning."

"It's his first time winning, love," I pouted and she glared at me, but our son begged me to help with that look in his chartreuse green eyes, identical to mine, and I was helpless. "How about this?" I went to them, covering her hands with mine, trying to make her release her furious grip on their hairs, "I'll get into contact with those pussies' families, threaten their lives in case they let their children mess with Rhett or Lloyd, or even open their mouth about what happened in here, in a way that the headmaster won't need to deal with the headache of what the boys did, hm? Then, I'll make sure the boys will claim that they were just playing and ended up beating each other up."

"Awesome!" Lloyd beamed.

"Damn," it was all my son said and I winked at him.

"Are you serious?" Ruby snapped at me.

"Of course," I grinned. "I'll be overjoyed to deal with their families myself."

Sighing, she finally let go of the boys' hairs, and I petted them softly instead, surprised by how our son is her height already, taking after me. "No killing."

I scowled annoyed, "They called you a slut and whore."

"Rhyot, no killing!" She glared into my eyes.

I clenched my jaw, "Alright," I hissed, "I won't kill them."

"Don't send them to the hospital," she countered.

Well, I can still play with them either way, "Anything you want, love."

"Don't, kill, them," she warned me, clearly not believing me.

Raising my hands, I nodded, "I won't kill them."

Sigh, "What a headache."

"You're with a headache, mum?" Rhett asked, worried, holding her by her arm.

Ruby rolled her eyes hard, "No, you are the headache," she slapped his hand and he pointed. "Don't look at me like that, you scheming little mouse."

"It was my idea, auntie, don't blame him," Lloyd cried, trying to help.

She scoffed, "No need to try protecting him, Lloyd, I know my son," she took him by his chin, making him face her eyes and he turned strawberry red, clearly as affected by his mom as I am, another proof that he's my son. "You're a jerk."

But he giggled, smiling widely instead, "Like my dad?" And when she rolled her eyes, he side-eyed me without her noticing, the back to her.

"Worse, like me and him," she groaned.

"And who's this?" Lloyd asked, looking at me, playing dumb.

She grabbed Lloyd's head, turned to Rhett, then to me, then to Rhett, than to me, than to me, to Rhett again, and back to her, "Really, Lloyd?"

The boy blushed ten shades of red, "I-I-I-I... see," he stuttered.

"The hell are you blushing at her for?"

"Stop blushing at my mum, arsehole!" He growled at the same time as me.

We looked at each other, one analyzing the other from head to toe, and back to staring at each other, then I offered my fist and he bumped his on mine, "Sand?"

"Rhys?" He crooked a naughty grin. "You're quick."

I couldn't help smiling, really smiling, "I do my best."

When we turned to my Ruby, she was looking at her, taking in our reaction to one another, biting her bottom lips, eyes watering, "Son, this is... uh... he is..."

"Twin 1?" He chuckled and she turned the color of her hair.

"Yes, twin 1!"

A nod, "Rhyot Crowther?" He asked.

"Yes, Rhyot Crowther!"

He side-eyed me again, then back to her, "My father?"

"Yes..., your father."