Chapter Seven.
Magic
“Jody spoke to a girl?” I asked.
“Sounded like a teenager.” Diesel nodded.
“And Oskar and Lars had been in a fight? Are they all her kids?” I demanded. Which two were mine? Had Jody given birth to our twins, or had something happened? Whose was the other child? Too many questions and not enough answers.
“How did she look? All mom’d up?” I said with a smirk. I expected the answer to be yes, but Onyx indicated no.
“Magic, hate to say this, but Jody aged well. She’s beautiful, and considering she’s a mother of three kids, she looked after her figure. One wouldn’t guess she has children.”
I sent Onyx a dirty glance. “Jody has no right looking hot if she’s a mom.”
Alice whacked me over the head, and I glowered as she snapped. “A parent can’t be desirable?”
I took heed of Alice’s tone. “You’re my adopted daughter. You’re never sexy to me. Don’t even consider knocking her up!” I snarled at Diesel, who laughed.
“Dude, we’ve got kids,” he taunted, and I reached out and smacked Diesel around the head. Shithead would learn one day. Alice was innocent, and Diesel wouldn’t defile her. Those babies had been created by immaculate conception.
“Jody. She looked well?” I pressed.
“Yes. She’ll be in sometime today,” Onyx replied.
“When?”
“Jody didn’t say, just rushed out. Sounds like two are scrappy,” Onyx stated.
Those must be my sons. If they were fighting, my genes were dominant.
“Magic. Jody wore a wedding ring,” Alice said softly, and pain lanced through me. I got control again before anyone realised what those words had done to me. Never show weakness was my mantra.
“So?” I replied calmly.
“Thought you ought to know. Magic, who is she?” Alice asked, concerned.
“Jody Srock is trouble, head to toe. Do not trust or believe her. Jody stole from me—something precious. When Jody comes back, don’t let that bitch leave until I talk to her.”
“That won’t be a fuckin’ problem, Magic, especially as you have something of mine,” Jody said from behind, and I stiffened. I didn’t need to turn around to check it was her. Her voice was the same. Smooth velvet with a hint of huskiness.
I took a few moments, while no doubt Jody tapped a foot in irritation, before I turned. Jody was older, with a fuller figure, but just as curvy. Well-worn jeans clung to thick thighs, and I remembered what it was like to be between them. My cock began responding even as I willed it down.
Jody’s hair was longer, hanging to mid-shoulder length, and was a smooth, glossy brunette. There was no grey; Jody either dyed it or was lucky. Her tits were larger; had they grownbecause of the pregnancy and never shrunk? She was short, five feet three at the most, although she wore four-inch heels. Jody’s waist remained as tiny as I remembered, and I wondered if my hands still fit around it. Laughter lines framed Jody’s eyes, and I could tell she’d had a good life. And there was a damn wedding ring.
“Finished checking me over? Magic, I’ve somewhere to be,” Jody said, and I saw the fire in her. That had never dulled, apparently. She was also guarded and wary. I recognised that in the way she held herself.
“What do you want?” I demanded. And before I could stop myself, “Where are my kids, you goddamn bitch?”
That set Jody’s temper off. “Yours? The babies you didn’t want? Yeah, those unwanted children don’t exist,” she snapped.
Hurt, I flinched.
“You had an abortion?” I gasped as pain raced through me.
Jody offered a disgusted look. “What do you think I am? Actually, don’t bother answering. I’ve no intention of entertaining the peanut gallery. Aunt Shirley gave you a key; I want it.”
“Shirley?” I said, trying to keep up.
