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She jerked against me. “Stop, seriously.”
I stopped immediately and leaned down until I could almost taste her on my mouth. “Maybe one day it will happen, I’ll give you all the angry sex you so desperately need, little prude.”
She reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Or maybe I just give a little tug and baby bird goes flying out of the nest?”
It hurt, but I still had to admit I liked it. “Doesn’t feel like this bird is anywhere near a baby, don’t make it weird and let me go before you get it confused. All he sees is tits, ass, girl. He doesn’t see the trauma of Satan possessing him from behind long eyelashes.”
She gasped and released me immediately.
Weird.
I got back into my seat. “So now, now, after a shit day, we go home and watch Satan’s child.”
“Bam-Bam,” she mumbled and banged her head against the passenger’s side window. “Hey, maybe he’s in a good mood today.”
I almost told her not to give the universe a chance.
I was right.
Because the first sight we walked up to after opening the door was Bam-Bam sitting in a pull up with chocolate all over his face and hands, bawling… only to have Junior give us a guilty look and whisper in a low voice, “That’s not chocolate.”
CHAPTER TEN
“Your worst enemy will often become your best friend when both of you are in need of the same thing—sadly, the cease fire rarely lasts, and what often follows is worse than what you accomplished—acknowledgement that maybe the other person isn’t as bad as you’ve perceived, making you question if you’re the villain instead.” —King Campisi
Bella
I’d seen love all around me and I was still convinced it didn’t exist, and yet exhibit A, a poop covered child and one of the scariest mob bosses known to mankind, mainly because his dad was Phoenix, wiping down a child with a towel, then plopping him in the sink real quick, smiling and laughing, only to get a pull up on him, and hand him off to me just as my sister walked in looking like a stripper—not a cheap one either.
She was clearly ready for date night.
And so was Junior.
He handed off Bam-Bam to me, then made a beeline for her throat with his tongue, waved us off, fumbled with his keys from the counter while she managed to grab her purse and not break a heel, and then they were gone.
No goodbyes.
No instructions.
Gone.
And I was holding a clean toddler who stared at me like he was going to break me and enjoy every second of it.
The door slammed shut.
Ivan cursed and moved slowly toward me. “You think that… um, they’re going to make it past the driveway acting like that—well, at least their lust hasn’t worn off, probably because they’re up all hours of the night with Satan.” He walked over and tapped Bam-Bam’s nose. “Hi little guy.”
“Don’t call him Satan!”
Ivan smirked. “I was talking about you, not the baby. He’s perfect.”
I rolled my eyes. “Then you take him while I make sure there isn’t poop anywhere else.”
“Suuuurre I can inspect poop, can’t I little dude? Plus, it’s only him it’s not like Ash and Annie came by to drop off—”
“Ash what?” Ash stormed into the house with his one-year-old, a giant diaper bag, a grin, and so many things left unsaid. His hair was tied into a knot on his head, he was wearing a black suit jacket, jeans, and smelled too good to be just stopping by. “Heard Serena was betraying me by going out on a date night so I figured I’d join in, plus now you guys match, each can take a kid, it’s perfect. I like clean math, don’t you like clean math… Ivan?”
He said this as he handed over the cutest baby ever, that still wore diapers, puked often just because he was learning violence at a young age, and often sneezed out any sort of substance that went into his mouth.
