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 cock 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 naked and begging me in no time.”
“Fucking asshole.” 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.”
Lexie wouldn’t be thinking that once he got hold of her. He intended to bite her a whole hell of a lot. Every inch of her skin would know his touch.
“Anything happen on the road?” Vincent asked.
“Nope, not a thing. Got a call from Tiny about something.” The boys knew about his past in Fort Wills. The women he’d fucked, all of them willing. He wasn’t a fucking rapist no matter what Snitch tried to make him become. Tiny didn’t know the real truth of a moment himself.
The bastard held a gun to his head to try to get him to fuck a girl tied up. He didn’t know what Snitch’s deal was, but it was the first day Devil could have killed the other man. With the gun pressed against his temple, he’d reacted, grabbing his own gun and pointing it at Snitch.
He remembered the words that crossed between them as if it happened yesterday rather than over twenty years ago.
“You will fuck this bitch and show me your loyalty, or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
Devil saw the woman struggling against the arms that held her down. The barrel of the gun pressed against his temple showed him Snitch meant business. With speed that surprised even him, he held his own gun to Snitch’s face.
“You think you’re a big man, Devil?” Snitch asked, spitting at him.
“No, but I’m a man with nothing to lose. Tell me, Snitch, are you afraid to die?” He cocked his gun ready to meet death that day.
Pulling out of his thoughts, he glanced behind him seeing Lexie stare out of the window. She was totally innocent. The blonde wig she wore didn’t do her justice at all.