“What’s the plan?”
“I get in and get my kid.”
“So no plan.”
Devil shrugged. He’d not thought anything through. Trying the door, he knew it was locked. It was going to need a little more strength behind it.
Chapter Three
After a couple of hours’ sleep Lexie was up to attend a screaming Simon. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she picked the young boy out of the bed. She changed his diaper and then headed into her small kitchen. The apartment was so small, but it worked for her at the time. It was better than being on the streets.
“I’ve got you,” she said, humming as she warmed him up a new bottle. She was so tired, but he came first.
Walking around the small space she hummed to him as the bottle warmed up. Testing the bottle, she slotted it into his mouth watching him suck on the teat. Suddenly, she tensed as her apartment door was kicked open. The locks were nothing against the brutal force of the two men making their way inside.
She closed her mouth as she saw Devil walk into the room. The other man she recognized from the strip club.
They closed the door, neither speaking as they looked at her. Devil stared at her then at the boy in her arms. She wore a pair of shorts and a vest top. It was a warm night, and wearing anything more would irritate her skin.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked. Protecting Simon all she could think about. Was this man going to hurt her? Rape her? Kill her? No, no one could hurt her with a baby. Simon couldn’t be hurt.
He didn’t say a word. The other man leaned against the door smirking at her.
“She’s hotter without the blonde wig, Boss. You did f**king good.”
“You can’t just storm in here. Get the hell out.”
Simon fidgeted in her arms. She took several breaths trying to calm her beating heart. There was nothing she could do to defend herself. They had caught her vulnerable. She was always f**king vulnerable, and it was a relief not to have been dragged into anything else before now.
“Kayla Howard, where is she?” Devil asked.
Lexie tensed. “How do you know Kayla?”
He moved to her scabby sofa, sitting down. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know. How do you know her?” she asked.
“You’re holding my kid.”
“What? No, that is not possible.” She looked down at Simon and wondered what the hell was going on. Kayla had become mixed up in some serious shit. She didn’t want to believe it even as she knew it was the truth.
“Stole money from me as well. I’ve found one thing that’s mine, but she needs to pay for what she’s done,” Devil said. He stared into her eyes before dropping back down to his boy.
She didn’t know what the hell was happening.
“How can you be his father?” she asked.
“Didn’t you finish school? I f**ked her, condom broke, and he is the consequence.” Devil stood, stepping closer to her.
“I know how it happens.” Closing her eyes she tried to think around the panic clawing its way inside her. “She never mentioned his father at all.”
“Tell me what happened.” He stood in front of her with his gaze on Simon.
“She, erm, six months ago she dropped by with him. He was only a couple of weeks old, but she didn’t want to take him with her.”
“I want to hold him.”
Nodding, she passed him over into Devil’s arms. He was so tall and big. Simon curled against him, suckling at his bottle.
“Keep his head supported.”
She moved away, rubbing her eyes. Curse was watching her, and she felt the heat of both men’s gazes. Hating their attention she turned to the sink washing the few dishes in the sink. Her apartment wasn’t much, but she kept it neat and clean.
At the club she was protected from the men by Vincent and his guards, but at her apartment there was nothing to protect her.
Her heart pounded as she turned to look at the large man.
Devil was staring at her.
“You’re not a blonde?”
“No, I’m not.” She tried to keep her identity a secret so she didn’t have any problems away from the strip club. Her makeup was always thick, and her hair was hidden by the blonde wig.
“I need to know where Kayla is,” he said.
“Well that makes both of us.” Running fingers through her hair she became aware of the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“So f**king lucky,” Curse said.
“I’ve not seen her since she handed me Simon.” Thinking about the money she went to her fridge and pulled out the envelope she kept inside. “This is what she gave me as well. I don’t want any trouble at all. I’ve not spent a penny.”
Devil stared at the envelope then at her.
“I’m not looking for money.” He handed Simon back to her. “Finish dealing with him, and then we’ll talk.”
She wished he would just leave, but then Simon would be gone. Shit, he was going to take Simon away from her.
Finishing his feed and burping him, she put Simon down. He went straight to sleep leaving her alone with two men. Tucking some hair behind her ears she turned to see Devil sitting on the sofa. Curse was by the door, watching her.
“Take a seat.” Devil pointed to the seat beside him.
Seeing no other choice, she sat beside him and tucked her legs beneath her. His hand rested on her knee. The touch made her tense at the sensation that crashed over her.
Her pu**y felt slick with cream as her cl*t pulsed.
The feeling took her completely by surprise.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
“Curse, take the boys and go back to the club. I’ll be there in the morning.”
“Sure thing, Boss. Just to warn you, we’re not going to all love sleeping in a strip club for long,” Curse said.
“I’ve already got plans in place. We’re not going to be sleeping there all that long.”
The door opened and closed. They were now alone with only Simon asleep in his cot.
Devil stared at her without breaking eye contact.
“You left earlier. Did you know who I was?” he asked.
“I had no idea who Kayla was in trouble with. I didn’t know who you were, and if I did I would have f**king told you.” She was panicking.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
He opened the envelope.
“It’s all there.”
“You didn’t use any of it at all.” His hand started to stroke up and then down her thigh.