Page 27 of Devil's Work: Dark

She sighs. “This is getting us nowhere. Fine. Since you’re going to be off tonight entertaining…certain friends,” she says, and it blows me away what a good mom she is. My mom didn’t give two shits about what she said in front of us kids. “I guess I’ll have to take them with me.”

“Woman,” I warn. “I’m not entertaining anyone. I’m with you tonight. Green’s here, he’ll keep watch while the kids are with Mable.”

“Green needs a break.”

“You’re more important than Green taking a break.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” she replies.

“Nah, not sweet, baby. You owe me, remember?”

Her face turns sullen and she nods. “Please fill Green in while I get ready.”

Get ready? She’s not visiting the fucking queen. She’s wearing a pair of jean cutoff shorts. She probably bought the jeans before she had kids and with the last—what do women call it? Baby ten?—she fills those damn shorts like they were tailored specifically for her curves. Her legs look a mile long and she’s wearing just a simple, white V-neck T-shirt that hugs her abundant tits. Yeah—no. She’s right. She needs to change now. I feel myself getting harder with every passing second I look at her. I don’t need other men jacking off to thoughts of her in those shorts.

I scrub my hand down my face and when I pull it away, she’s retreating down the hall.

That’s when I hear Ty’s tiny voice. “You’re a good guarder man, Dark. You always watch Mumma, even in the house.”

Shit.I bark out a laugh. Caught ogling the woman’s ass by a five-year-old. “Yeah… I take my job seriously, kid,” I say, then I reach inside my pocket to pull my phone. With the way shit’s been going, I don’t want my brother thinking he gets the night off just because I’m back. I get Green on the line.

“And you’re not asking Deek or Pony Boy, why?” he asks.

“Because Deek and Pony Boy haven’t been patched in yet. I need a brother here who’s gonna do the job right. She trusts you. I trust you. Suck it up and take it for the compliment that it is.”

“Call back Winky. She trusts Wink. I’ve had watch all day, and isn’t that how they earn their patches? It’s Friday. Vlad said we got a party starting. I plan to spend the evening drinking and fucking, brother.”

“Plans change,brother. Besides, it’s parents’ night. You’ll be back in time to fuck until your little dick falls off from overuse.”

He sighs. Yeah, he’s a fully patched-in brother, but I’m one of the lieutenants. If I wanted to make life suck for him, I could do it. “I’m gonna get a smoke in first. Rae doesn’t like smoking. Shit, she’s high maintenance.”

“We’ll be out in ten.” I press to end the call and while shoving my phone back in my pocket, I see that Ty’s been here the whole time listening. I need to be more careful about what I say around him. Fuck, I didn’t ask for this. I scratch at the back of my head and clear my throat.

“What’s a dick?” Ty asks.Oh, shit.

“It’s…” I sigh. How do you explain that to a kid? “It’s your boy part—but don’t let your mom hear you say that, yeah? It’s a guy word.” That’s kid lingo, right? Boy part?

He looks at me with his head cocked, then down at his pants. “Why would it fall off? Is he going potty too much?”

This is where I officially nope out of the conversation. I pat him on the back. “Go pack what you’re binging with you to Miss Mable’s house.”

“Okay,” he says, turning to run.

“Don’t need your whole room, kid. We ain’t gonna be gone that long.”

“Okay,” he shouts back from his room.

That’s when Rae leaves the bathroom. She walks down the hall, her yellow sundress swishing around her shins. She’s got on these strappy wedge sandals. My eyes are naturally drawn to the way her tits bounce. She stops at the threshold to Ty’s door, resting her hand on the jamb. “What are you doing, buddy?” she asks him.

He replies in his loud-ass little kid voice. “Dark told me to pack a bag, but not my whole room.”

She laughs and I feel that deep, throaty sound in my cock. “Dark’s right. You’ve got one minute to finish.”

He must nod because he doesn’t shout any answer. She continues down the hallway toward me. All that abundant dark hair falling in waves around her shoulders. She never goes heavy on the makeup. I don’t know if that’s because she knows she doesn’t need it or if she can’t afford it. That better not be the reason. She wants makeup, I’ll buy her damn makeup. And I feel like an ass for even thinking that. She’s not mine. She’s the woman I’m protecting. The woman who’s making it really fucking hard to concentrate on doing that when she makes herself look so fucking tempting.

“You’re not leaving the house like that.” I point at her, gesturing with my finger to show her what I mean. “Go put some clothes on.”

“Excuse me?” She stares down at her body. I realize I’m being an ass. “It’s a dress. The hemline hits below my knees. I’m plenty covered.”

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