Part 19 (1/2)
”Aunt Evie!” He screamed as I bent down to engulf him in a squeezing hug. I buried my face in his sweet smelling neck and fought the urge to cry. I had been avoiding both Kami and Devin, two people I loved more than anything for this bulls.h.i.+t with Chase.
”You look so pretty,” He said, giving me a cute kiss on my cheek.
”Thanks baby,” I whispered. ”And you look very, very handsome.”
”Amazing isn't it,” Chase sneered. ”How my very handsome son looks nothing like his mother or his father but more resembles, Mrs. Gonzalez, our housekeeper.”
My eyes shot to Chase. It wasn't any secret Devin wasn't his. Devin was dark. Both he and Kami were light. Devin had black hair, dark features and tanned skin that had nothing to do with sun exposure. He was taller and broader than any other four year old I had ever met. He looked every bit his father's son.
His father...c.o.x.
Kami glared at Chase. Thankfully Devin seemed oblivious, as always to Chase's digs.
”Kind of hard to have a child that looks like you,” She hissed softly, ”When your wife refuses to f.u.c.k you.”
He shrugged. ”As much fun as it was to f.u.c.k a dead fish, I've since found much better. Much, much better.”
I closed my eyes. I had to get out of here.
Giving Devin another big hug, I stood. ”Let's do lunch tomorrow. And some shopping,” I suggested to Kami. ”There's a new thrift store in SoHo that Snickers said has a boatload of mint condition Vinyl's.” I tried to smile. ”You know I have to hit that up.”
”Who's Snicker's?” Devin asked.
”One of Papa Fox's friends from the club,” Kami said. ”All he eats are snicker's bars.”
”What lovely names they all have,” Chase muttered.
”Evie, lunch and shopping tomorrow sounds perfect but I want today, too. I was just about to drop Devin downstairs for a play date. I'll only be a minute and then we can go get pedicures, my treat, sound good?”
”Okay,” I whispered, glancing at Chase, knowing he was going to be p.i.s.sed at me.
Kami glanced over at Chase then back at me and her eyes narrowed.
”One minute, don't leave,” She said, grabbing Devin's hand.
The elevator doors closed behind them.
”Cancel with Kami,” He demanded, ”Go straight to the Waldorf.”
”G.o.d, you're an a.s.shole,” I hissed.
I found myself pressed up against the elevator, Chase's erection grinding against me. I sucked in a breath.
”You want me,” He said coldly.
G.o.d, I did. I wanted him badly. Right here, right now.
”Go Eva. I'll be there shortly.”
Thirty minutes later, I was at the Waldorf begging Chase to f.u.c.k me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN:.
Deuce watched Eva tear out of Kami's building looking like a brunette version of Kami. The hair, the clothes, the makeup and she'd dropped a good twenty pounds. What had happened in the three months since he'd seen her last?
He had come to Manhattan for two reasons. One, he'd had lead on Eva's. .h.i.t, two he wanted to see Eva, three he wanted to see Eva and four, he had to f.u.c.king see Eva or he was going to go insane. So more than two reasons.
Three days ago, accompanied by Mick and c.o.x, he pulled out of midday Manhattan traffic into the Silver Demon's MC parking lot. He had just removed his helmet when he saw some pretty boy a.s.shole step out of the front doors of the club accompanied by Eva and Preacher.
He'd signaled his boys to remain where they were as he watched the three of them interact. Preacher stuck his hand out and shook the pretty boy's hand then retreated back into the club.
The pretty boy focused on Eva and his chest went tight. He'd seen that look before; it's the look a man gets when he's looking at something he wants inside of.
Gripping Eva's chin, the pretty boy backed her up against the club doors.
c.o.x's hand came down on his shoulder. ”Breathe Prez. She's not exactly fightin' him off.”
No, she wasn't. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, gripping him, while the f.u.c.ker gnawed on her face and groped her backside like he was digging for change. None of this made sense to him. She'd run away from him to help Frankie but how she was going to accomplish that by f.u.c.king some uptown douchebag was beyond him.
Something was up. Something he was pretty sure he wasn't going to like.
”Mick,” He hissed. ”Find out who the f.u.c.k that is.”
His VP's eyes met his. Mick thought his relations.h.i.+p with Eva was f.u.c.ked up and he made no bones about telling him.
They stared at one another. Mick gave first. ”On it Prez,” He said quietly.
The pretty boy strolled arrogantly down the walk and slid inside a sleek silver Aston Martin db9. When he pulled out into traffic, Mick's Harley pulled out behind him and they both disappeared into the mess of New York City traffic.
Eva sat down on the front steps, slumped forward and buried her face in her hands.
f.u.c.k him. Something was way off.
”Somethin' goin' down here Prez,” c.o.x muttered. ”Your girls not lookin' too good.”
”I get that,” He growled. ”And she's not my girl. Not sure she ever f.u.c.kin' was.”
”Load of f.u.c.kin' c.r.a.p,” c.o.x said. ”Seen the way you two look at each other. Like no one else in the world exists.”
He cut his eyes at his RC. ”You a f.u.c.kin' poet?”
c.o.x shrugged. ”If that's what it takes to get laid, then I'm a f.u.c.kin' poet. Other times I'm a f.u.c.kin' accountant. Or a plumber. Sometime's a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.”
c.o.x pretending to be an accountant with all his piercings and tattoos was just about the funniest thing he had ever heard.
”Come on Prez. Let's go to Queens.” c.o.x slapped him on the back. ”We came here for a reason. And that f.u.c.kin' reason is to keep that woman of yours breathin'.”