Accusations

Acker’s POV

An hour ago:

I entered the mansion, aware of Serrano’s men stationed at the gates and front porch, hidden by the bushes and growing vines on the pillars.

I had to admit; the mansion was a nice choice on Serrano’s part.

Stepping through the front door I was warmed by the sound of laughter that I could trace to the living room. Entering there I was briefly stunned by the sight of Serrano seated on the rug, his hair disheveled and laughing uncontrollably as Dante and Ashford climbed over his body.

It was such a domestic sight, and one that irked me a little. Perhaps I should spend more time with our sons. He had the benefit of living in the same mansion where Alicia and the twins were placed in. I’d be changing that soon.

The nanny noticed my arrival and bowed to me, but Serrano had yet to even glance my way.

Clearing my throat made him freeze and I could see the moment embarrassment showed in his face, but quickly cleared up as he stood.

“If you’re here for lunch, then you’r