Page 48 of Devil's Work: Dark

“Winky. He was the only one I could get a hold of.”

“Sweetheart…” he says and the kindness of his voice is about to push me over a huge edge.

“I have to go,” I cry.

“Sending Green. You like Green, you know him. Fuck. I can’t believe he’d be so stupid. There has to be another—he’s been walking on fucking cloud nine since you two got together.”

“I can’t compete with the women who hang out at the club.”

“Sweetheart…” he repeats himself.

I hang up.

About fifteen minutes later, there’s a knock at my bedroom door. Still wide awake, I push up out of bed and pad over to the door, opening it to Green standing in front of me.

“Sweetheart,” he says and I crumple into him. He catches me, holds me, pressing brotherly kisses to the top of my head and shushing me.

“It’s m-my fault,” I cry. “I kn-kn-knew better than to let him in.”

“It’s not your fault, you hear me?” He uses a crooked finger to tip my chin up. “It’s not your fault. You don’t do a good woman dirty like that.”

Green helps me back over to the bed and tucks me in like a parent, like I tuck in Ty and Lacy. Then he leaves, closing the door behind him. Eventually, I must have dozed off because I’m awoken to the sound of fighting.

“Get the fuck out of here!” I hear Green shout.

“Get the fuck out of my way.” Dark. I know that voice. Even with a broken heart, it glides over me like the smoothest whiskey.

Then, I can clearly hear the sounds of a fight breaking out in my living room. It’ll hurt so much to see him, but my kids are sleeping and I need him to go. I push up out of bed and with my arms wrapped around my middle, I move down the hallway until I’m standing at the mouth of the living room.

“Go home, Dark,” I bark at him, or I attempt to. It sounds feeble even to me.

“I am,” he growls.

“You live at the clubhouse, not here. Go. I don’t want to see you again.” Then I look to Green. “Sorry to involve you in this.”

“It’s no problem, sweetheart.” That moment of tenderness gets him socked in the stomach as Dark takes advantage of the pause in action.

“Green,” I whisper, then I run to him, but he throws his hand out to stop me. “Don’t, Rae. I’m fine. Go back to bed. Let me take care of this asshole.”

I don’t know that he can take care of Dark. Green is nothing to sneeze at. He’s tough. He’s strong. But he’s not Dark. Not many men are. Still, I give my trust to him and walk briskly back to my room.

The rumble of a Harley fills the night and I let myself cry again. Well, until my bedroom door flies open hard enough to hit the wall behind it and a large, sexy biker fills the space. He stalks over to me.

“Get out,” I shout.

“Shut up. Gonna wake the kids.”

“Get out,” I say again, this time quieter.

“You wanna tell me why I had to fight my best friend and then kick the ass of one of my brothers to keep me from this bed?” It’s only when he says he fought Reaper that I realize he’s sporting a soft bruise under his left eye and a small cut over his lip. My best guess, Reaper didn’t really want to hurt him, just stop him from coming back here.

“Please, I don’t have it in me to deal with you tonight. Just go.”

“You don’t have itinyoutodeal with metonight?” He grabs both my arms. It doesn’t hurt, but there’s no way for me to escape him. My only escape is to turn my head away. “Fine. You get tonight. Get in bed.”

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I climb into the bed when he lets me go. The problem is, he climbs in behind me. I turn my back to him, staring at the wall. Dark drags my back to fit tight against his front, from his neck right down to his thighs. He hangs his arm over my waist to press his hand against my womb, pressing my bottom against his groin.

I gasp.

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