Do you really think she’s coming back?
No, she really didn’t.
****
“I’m not here to be a savior. I’m here to make money and have a place to stay,” Devil said. He didn’t want anyone trying to build him up to be something he most certainly was not. Devil wouldn’t be the savior in a story.
“Judi owes you her life. Considering you’re not a savior, I think you’ve already got a fan base.” Carol turned back to Lexie. “Stay in touch, honey. I love to see you getting out of here.”
Carol tapped Devil on the shoulder before leaving.
“Pack your shit up. We’ve not got a lot of time.” Devil helped Lexie pack. Several men walked into the small apartment carrying out everything she owned.
She didn’t own all that much. He didn’t bother with the sofa or the few pieces of furniture that looked from another century. Kayla had a lot to answer for, along with Lexie’s f**king parents. He hated the thought of her struggling to get by.
Every now and then he found himself watching her move around. Her body caught his attention, and he couldn’t not look at her. He also noticed his men were watching her as well. When she’d been leaning over for ten minutes at a time she stood straight, pressing a hand against her back as she pushed her chest out. The sight made his mouth water, and he knew he was going to make her dance na**d for him. Once she finished her dance he’d sink into her tight cunt and never leave her alone.
He’d never felt anything like this before. How had he gone all of his life without craving a woman’s touch? Devil loved to f**k women. Over the years he’d left quite a reputation up and down the state.
Walking toward his woman, he wrapped a hand around her neck, drawing her back against him. She gasped, and he covered her mouth with his own.
“The men want to see you naked. You’ve got them all rock hard for a chance to be inside you.”
She pulled away, glancing around the room. His men looked away with noticeable difficulty.
“You’re not being fair at all.” She turned away, finishing off her packing.
Staring at the rounded curve of her ass, he couldn’t resist. Slapping his hand across the rounded cheek, he loved the sound of her cry.
“Mine, remember that.”
He carried the boxes down to the van. Phoebe was putting the car seat in the back of the car. Vincent was smoking a cigarette against the car.
“Are you almost done? The agent will be ready within the hour.”
“I’m almost ready.”
“So you’re going to do this, Nick? Become the daddy and be around for your friends?” Phoebe asked, climbing out of the car. She pushed some hair off her face. He watched her slide a hand between Vincent’s, rubbing against him.
Nick Dawes was his real name. He hadn’t heard it in so long.
“I’m going to give it a try.”
“I heard it was because of Tiny.” She popped some gum, smiling at him.
Glancing at Vincent, he glared. “Tiny has a set-up. It’s working for him, and I’m getting tired of being on the open road.”
Phoebe looked over his shoulder. “Now I know why you’re giving it ago. Men, always thinking with your dicks.”
She left their side.
Looking at where she was going he saw Lexie struggling with the boy and several bags. Phoebe helped taking a bag from her shoulder. Ripper was behind Lexie, grabbing the other bag from her. He saw the interest in Ripper’s eyes. It would be all right as soon as they settled down.
Devil hadn’t claimed a woman, not even Kayla, for his own. His men would see a whole other side of him once he did.
“Thank you for this,” Lexie said, talking to Phoebe.
“Honey, I’ve got kids of my own. Believe it when I say they need a lot of care, they need a lot of care.” Phoebe moved to the trunk of the car.
“Baby, Devil’s sitting up front with me.”
Phoebe rolled her eyes. “You’ve only been in town a day, and you’re already taking my place.”
“I’ll never be on my knees sucking your man’s cock,” Devil said.
He saw Lexie was ignoring him. The lack of response from her irritated him.
Once she’d placed Simon in the car seat, he tugged her out of the car, pressing her against it.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You keep asking me that. It’s time for you to stop asking questions.” Slamming his lips down on hers for all to see, Devil claimed her. He reached down, gripping her ass, and drawing her leg up over his hip. Rubbing his c**k against her covered core, he let the whole world see who she belonged to.
Drawing away, he kissed her nose.
Her cheeks were flushed, and a quick glance down showed her arousal.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll have you na**d and begging me in no time.”
“Fucking ass**le.” He heard her mutter the words as she climbed into the car.
Phoebe dropped her sunglasses onto her nose. “Possessive much?”
“Jealous?” he asked, smirking.
“Not on your life. I’ve got my own man to keep me satisfied.”
He really did love Phoebe. She was one of those women you just loved. She didn’t judge anyone at all. Her entire being was aimed toward helping others. Vincent had picked himself a keeper.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“I will, Nick. I will.”
Devil rolled his eyes as she climbed in the passenger side. Lexie sat behind him with Simon in the middle and Phoebe beside her.
“Your boys following me?” Vincent asked, starting up the car.
“Yeah, I’ve got a feeling about this place.”
“Seriously, you’re going to spend money on a feeling?” Phoebe asked.
“I took your man in with a feeling, honey. It’s all I’ve got.”
He glanced down at his phone, waiting for the call from Tiny. Snitch being alive was the last thing he wanted to deal with. He knew The Skulls had the first of two drugs runs in the coming week.
Shrugging his shoulders, he pocketed his cell phone.
“You got lucky with my man, Nick.”
“Who’s Nick?” Lexie asked, speaking up.
“Asshole in the front.” Phoebe gave her the answer.
“Your name’s Nick?”
“Yeah but I go by Devil. Only annoying bitches call me Nick.”
Phoebe burst out laughing, and Vincent along with her. “Don’t worry about it, honey. I’ve learned Devil is all bark and no bite.”