Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 321

It had taken Baily quite some time to get noticed by the boss, but now that he had Victor’s attention, he followed the man’s gaze and broke into a wide grin.

“Those are my twin boys over there,” he said, his voice brimming with pride. “They’re at that age where all they want to do is cause trouble. I never thought I’d see the day when the two of them would actually team up for once. Makes a father proud, you know?”

Victor’s expression stayed icy. “Your sons?”

Oblivious to Victor’s chilly demeanor, Baily just kept on talking, puffing up with pride.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, those two really take after me. Good looks run in the family.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed, his tone dropping to a frosty chill. “Shame they also inherited your lack of brains.”

Baily froze, momentarily taken aback.

Just as the two little terrors were about to pull the triggers on their toy guns, a tall figure swooped in and snatched the pistols right out of their hands.

“Who said you could bully my people?”

The deep, familiar voice made Isadora turn. Sure enough, it was Victor.

She quietly slipped the broom she’d been clutching back into its corner, trying not to attract attention.

Next thing she knew, a rifle was shoved into her hands. She blinked, stunned, and instinctively grabbed it with both hands.

The twins bared their teeth in protest when their guns were taken away. One of them shouted, “Who do you think you are, taking our guns? Do you even know who our dad is?”

Baily, who had just caught up to the scene and was sweating bullets, wanted to bury his head in the sand. You idiots, your dad works for the man standing right in front of you.

He hurried to smooth things over. “Mr. Fitzgerald, boys will be boys—please don’t take it to heart.”

The twins, spotting their father, immediately turned on the waterworks and began tattling with the air of kids who’d done this a thousand times before.

With that, Victor pulled the trigger again, sending another volley of pellets at the cowering boys.

Just then, a spry elderly woman came barreling onto the scene.

The twins, spotting their grandmother, wailed, “Grandma! Grandma, help us! Save us and Dad!”

She rounded on Victor, her eyes blazing. “What kind of heartless brute goes around shooting my grandsons—and my son? With your temper, no wonder you’ll never have kids of your own!”

Victor shot Isadora a sidelong glance, his voice cool and laced with irony. “Don’t worry, ma’am. My future children will be just fine without your concern.”

He paused, then added, “But as for your grandsons—after today, I bet they won’t be able to wear pants for a week.”

Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile as he looked at Isadora. “Weren’t those two just now about to gang up and shoot you? Well, now it’s our turn. You and I, one rifle each—let’s show them what teamwork really looks like. What do you say?”