LINDEN

“It is always like this every weekend?” Estelle asked, a little overwhelmed.

I stopped in front of the fridge. “When the gangs are around, yeah.”

She went to the window of my father’s kitchen with a smile on her face. I took her here this morning since I felt like this was the safest place for her. When I sent a group chat last night, I wasn’t expecting everyone would come. Even Moses was present.

I brought another batch of beers to the backyard. Estelle had a tray of desserts.

“You shouldn’t let a lady carry, asshole.”

“Language.” It was my father scolding Sax.

“Sorry, Pops.” He took the...