Part 22 (1/2)

They rolled off the bed in a heap, Kami reaching for c.o.x's belt while he tore open her s.h.i.+rt.

I ran for Devin since neither of his parents were taking into account that their four year old was mere feet from them.

”Jesus, you're f.u.c.kin' perfect,” c.o.x rasped.

”Shut up,” Kami hissed. ”And f.u.c.k me!”

Deuce held the door for me while I carried Devin out of the room.

Last thing I heard before Deuce closed the door was c.o.x groaning loudly, ”Oh f.u.c.k yeah, b.i.t.c.h, you're crazy a.s.s is comin' home with me.”

”No I'm not!”

I shook my head. What a difference a day makes.

”You ready to go home darlin'?”

I looked over at Deuce. He was staring at the little boy in my arms.

”Yeah,” I said softly. ”I'm ready.”

He looked up and smiled. ”That's good babe. Real f.u.c.kin' good.”

Deuce turned onto the interstate. Wearing his helmet, Eva sat behind him, her thighs were cradling his hips, her arms were encircling his waist, her cheek was pressed between his leather-clad shoulder blades. It felt good. Right. It felt like a f.u.c.k of a long time coming but it was here now and he could finally breathe easy.

Extending his arm straight out, palm facing down, he signaled his boys to slow down. Then he put his arm up in the air and extended his index finger. The boys slowed and went single file in order of their rank: Deuce, Mick, and c.o.x bringing up the rear.

They headed home.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:.

”I'm not going in there.”

Deuce folded his thick arms across his wide chest. ”You gonna sleep out under the stars?”

I shrugged. ”Since I'm not going in there, yeah.”

Closing his eyes, he took a couple deep breaths. I knew I was wearing down his last nerve but honestly, I couldn't find a shred of give a d.a.m.n. He had good intentions, yes, but he wasn't listening to me, didn't care how I felt about any of this. I had just up and left behind everything I'd ever known for him and he was expecting me to move in with him and his kids! His grown up kids! His grown up kids who I had never met!

From what I could see, he had a beautiful home. It was a two story rustic Montana cabin, widespread with a wraparound porch and a backyard that went on for miles. It was off the beaten path, no neighbors, no traffic. No nothing. Just Deuce. And his two grown kids.

Holy c.r.a.p. I had to get far, far away.

Was there a bus stop in the mountains? I didn't remember seeing any. In fact, I don't think I saw any buses either. Or people. Or anything at all actually. But there had to be a bus stop, right? If there's a road more than likely a bus will show up eventually...right?

”Reel it in, Eva,” Deuce growled. ”How far you think you're gonna get? You don't even know where the f.u.c.k you are.”

”This is kidnapping!” I yelled. ”And stop reading my mind!”

”f.u.c.k me,” He muttered. ”Are you always this crazy?”

”Yes!” I screamed. ”Which is why you need to take me to an airport or a bus station or any sort of civilization and let me go home!”

He ignored me. ”I don't remember you bein' this crazy.”

”You want to know why you don't remember me being this crazy? Because out of the twenty five years we've known each other we can count on our fingers and toes how many days of that we've spent together! And some of those days weren't even full days!”

”Eva,” He said, exasperated. ”You've spent four days on the back of my bike and sleepin' in a tent, pukin' your f.u.c.kin' guts out. You look like s.h.i.+t, you smell like s.h.i.+t and I'm willin' to bet you'd love to sleep in a real bed. So how's 'bout you and I continue this f.u.c.kin' bulls.h.i.+t inside?”

I was praying for serenity, praying for the strength not to rip his throat out when I heard the most awful noise in the entire world.

”Dad?”

A miniature Deuce was sauntering down the driveway. I stared at it. It was nearly as tall as its father, not quite as well built but still impressive for an eighteen year old. Its hair was long and blonde and pulled back in a man bun and when it flashed me its ladykiller grin, it was Deuce at Riker's all over again. But it didn't have his father's eyes. Whereas Deuce's were frosty blue, mini Deuces were brown.

Deuce pointed at his mini him. ”Cage,” He grunted. Then he pointed at me. ”Eva.”

Sheesh. He sounded like a Neanderthal. ”Me man, you woman.”

The mini Deuce grinned again and lifted his chin. ”Sup' Eva.”

I buried my face in my hands. ”Oh my G.o.d,” I whined. ”I need a bus station.”

”Daddy!”

I peeked through my fingers at the screaming, giggling ma.s.s of blonde hair flying down the driveway. Dear G.o.d. This chick was a teenage diva. Skinny jeans and a sparkly pink tank top with furry pink boots, highlighted blonde hair, long and layered with perfectly side swept bangs. Way too much eye makeup. This did not bode well for me.

I was not a diva. None of my clothing had ever been described as furry.

She launched herself at Deuce and wrapped her body around him. Since no one was looking at me, I decided to tiptoe slowly out of the driveway. How hard can it be to find a bus stop?

”Eva!” Deuce bellowed. ”Don't you f.u.c.kin' dare!

I stopped and glanced over my shoulder. Deuce was storming towards me, while both his kids looked on curiously.

So I did what any victim of being forced to live with your man's grown children would do. I turned tail and ran like h.e.l.l. True, I had no idea where I was going but there was a road and a road had to lead somewhere, if it didn't how would people get anywhere?

Deuce's boots pounded heavy on the pavement behind me, growing closer and closer until he was close enough to grab me. I screamed and made a hard right off the road, jumped over a small ditch and headed straight for the woods.

I didn't make it.

”b.i.t.c.h, I know I wasn't f.u.c.kin' hallucinatin' when you said you were sick of runnin',” He growled.

”f.u.c.k you,” I hissed. ”f.u.c.k YOU!”