“Is this the man who beat the shit out of Rob and crushed his hand?” Carol asked. “The very one.” Devil appeared in the doorway.
“Then you’re all right in my book. I’ve been trying to get Judi away from that rat bastard. Life on the street is too fucking hard for a girl of her age.” Carol took a long drag on her cigarette. “You going to treat this girl well?”
It was like she didn’t exist.
“Yeah, and Judi, she’s with me and the boys as well. Nothing is happening with her. We’re going to send her back to school to finish up.”
Carol hummed. “Well, I’ll be damned. You just might be the savior we need in this beat up shitty little town.”
Piston County wasn’t a great place to settle down. It wasn’t a small town by any means and had a large upscale area where the wealthy stayed. There was the shitty, poverty stricken area where she lived and then there was the middle ground. The county was like one big line that had different classes of people all wrapped up in one.
What Lexie always found funny was the fact half of the wealthy men stopped by for a little sex from them.
She’d seen plenty of faces in Naked Fantasies. There was enough ground for Chaos Bleeds and the pimps to stay in on the action. Some of the city runaways ended up becoming part of the statistics with the pimps. Either way, if Devil was staying in town then it wasn’t going to be safe for Kayla to return at all.
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 fucking 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 naked 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 fuck 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.