Devil's Charm(42)
“I’ll see.” There was no fucking way he was letting Lexie anywhere near this fucker. “See you around.” He hung up the phone, then immediately dialed Lexie’s number.
“Hello.” Vincent answered the phone first.
“Put my woman on the line.”
“Devil, have you found her? Is she all right? I love you so much. I don’t care about anything else. I just love you.”
Her words soothed him.
“I’ve got her. She’s with my men. Tell Vincent to call the Doc. I want him to have a look at her.” He looked down at the ground wishing he could have made Rob pay more.
“What happened to Rob?” Lexie asked.
“He’s not coming back, baby. I took care of it.”
Devil heard her sigh over the line. “Good. We all need some peace. Come home, Devil. I need you to hold me.”
“I’ll finish up here, and we’ll have some quality time.”
“I love you, and I forgive you for being a prick.”
He laughed, unable to stop himself. “Thanks, baby. I had groveling planned, but you’ve saved me a job.”
She chuckled. “You can spend the rest of your life groveling, honey. Just get done what you need to do and get home. I need my man’s arms around me.”
Closing his phone, he pulled Rob up off the floor and placed him inside the truck.
“What’s the plan?” Curse asked.
“Torch the car. Jerry has a couple of cops in his pocket who’ll be paid not to look too closely. He was a pimp, Curse. Fucker caused problems. He didn’t help anyone at all. This was too nice an end to his shit life.”
Ripper helped him use the gas from the back of the truck to coat the body along with the vehicle inside and out.
“You think he was going to use this gas on our girl?”
“Guy was unstable.” Pulling out a cigarette he lit the tip making sure not to go near the truck. He’d light it when he was goddamn ready.
“Lexie your woman?” Ripper asked.
“Is this twenty fucking questions?”
“Yeah, it is.”
Looking at his man, Devil smiled. “Yeah, she’s my woman. Piston County is our town, and we’re going to have a fucking wedding to celebrate.”
“Does she know that?” Curse asked, approaching. “I’ve heard women get pissy when they’re not asked first.”
“Woman can do whatever she likes. I’m not backing down at all. She’s my woman, and she’s going to give me what I want.” Devil smiled, knowing he’d be groveling tonight.
“You’ve got some stones dealing with that. I don’t know how you can do it,” Ripper said, smiling. “Come on, let’s get back. I need a shower, a fuck, and then some good food.”
Staring at the van, Devil waited for his men to be ready to drive off. Judi would be riding on the back with him. Throwing his cigarette inside, he waited for the flames to start before climbing on. Judi wrapped her arms around his waist, and he drove off toward the house.
Lexie was outside as he pulled up, shutting off his bike. The Doc was already there, and he took Judi inside.
Getting off his bike, Devil wrapped his arms around Lexie, holding her close.
“You’re going to marry me,” he said.
She jerked, looking up. “What?”
Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out the ring he’d bought on the road. He’d been buying a ring when he found Murphy waiting for him.
“Is this a proposal, or an order?” Her gaze went to the ring then to him.
“You can see it however you want. You’re marrying me either way.”
His men were sniggering. Phoebe whistled. “What a romantic?”
“Vincent, silence your woman.”
Next he heard Phoebe’s voice muffled.
“What do you say, princess? You game to be my woman?” he asked, challenging her.
“No other women or strippers.”
“Already done,” he said, smiling.
She looked at the men then back at him. “I suppose I have to. You’ve not really given me any choice at all.”
Lifting her up in the air, he brought her down to his lips. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he held her in place and kissed her deeply.
“I love you, Devil,” she said, whispering the words against his neck.
“I love you, too, baby.”
Chapter Twelve
Two weeks later Lexie was cleaning away some dirty clothes when her cell phone rang. Without looking at the screen she answered the call. Devil was walking downstairs looking sexy as hell. Her gaze was more focused on his ripped body than anything else. The last two weeks had been insane. The club was working with all the building work completed. Devil had a shitload of cash and knew how to get his builders working fast. Judi was doing much better. She’d been quieter than normal, but she was slowly coming out of her shell.