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“You bet, buddy,” I promised. “But only if Grandma says you were a good boy.”
“I’ll be good, G-Pop,” he assured me as I placed him on his feet. He wrapped his little arms around my leg, giving me a tight hug before running up to Belinda. “Hi, Grandma. Daddy and G-Pop are going to go kill a mf-er, and then I get to eat bacon at his house in the morning.”
Belinda gaped at him for a moment before shaking her graying head with a laugh. “All right, then. I guess you’ll need a good night’s sleep so you can eat that bacon with G-Pop.” Her brown eyes traveled to her son, her brows arching. “Kill a mf-er?” she mouthed, and he shrugged.
“Nevaeh is having a girls’ night. Her mom and the aunts went too. Some pictures were posted to social media, and their bodyguards aren’t telling me anything about what they’re doing. With the way they were all dressed tonight, they were asking for spankings.” He kissed her cheek. “Thanks for watching the boys at the last minute. I appreciate it, Mom.”
She gave him a quick hug, lovingly adjusting Carver’s sleeping body in her arms. The boy was huge for his age, just like his older brother, but she seemed to be able to manage his weight without issue. “I’m always here for you, darling. Have fun, and please don’t kill anyone unless you know you can get away with it.”
He smirked. “I’ll do my best.”
Once we said our goodbyes, I pulled my keys from my pocket, and we both practically sprinted back to my driveway. Braxton jumped in shotgun, and I revved the engine of the classic car my wife had given me as a present years before. I’d rebuilt the entire thing while Conrad watched, occasionally helping. Now I had a new vintage car that we played with on the weekends. The kid wasn’t even three yet and was even smarter than his mom, because he already knew the different parts of the engine and could walk me through putting it back together like it was nothing.
It took over half an hour to find the club where Angel had gone with the girls. It had started out as just her, Emmie, Layla, Lucy, and Harper. But then Mia decided to join them, which meant Nevaeh and Arella were invited. Jordan hadn’t let my second-eldest child out of the house. I didn’t know what he’d done to convince her to stay in for the night, but I wished I’d done a little convincing of my own, because Angel had had my blood pressure up the minute I’d seen the outfit she’d chosen for the night out.
Black skirt that barely covered her ass. Crimson cold-shoulder with a plunging neckline and a pushup bra that had made her tits more mouthwatering than ever. Chunky black and platinum belt. And of course, a pair of her killer heels that made her legs look a hundred miles long. She’d styled her hair in a messy, just-fucked way and dolled up that face that was already so beautiful I never got tired of looking at her. Even when she had dark circles under her eyes, her hair was a mess, and she was in nothing but baggy pajamas and a robe, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
With her dressed up, and all those motherfuckers out there just waiting to have a reason to get close, my angel became a sinful little demon who was going to end up on her hands and knees with my dick in her all night long.
Pulling up in front of the club, I tossed my keys to the valet. “Don’t go far,” I told him, handing him a hundred-dollar bill. “I won’t be long.”
“Yes, sir,” the kid said with wide eyes.
Braxton was waiting for me beside the bouncer. The guy was in charge of who got in and when. He looked like he got off on the power he wielded with his clipboard, velvet rope, and headset. I pulled a roll of bills from my pocket. “Drake Stevenson,” I dropped my name and slid the guy a hundred when we shook hands.
“Got your name right here, sir,” he said without even glancing down at the clipboard. “Enjoy your night, sir.”
A few flashing cameras were already going off, but I ignored them as Brax, and I entered the club. If the girls had just gone to First Bass, none of this would have mattered. Harris had a full team of security who would kill a motherfucker if they messed with Lucy or anyone else in the family. I should have insisted they go there and not to some new place that had just opened up.
The music was shit when we entered. The DJ, who was on his little platform, didn’t know how to spin, and it was already giving me a headache before we’d even reached the VIP. But before I could hand the second line of security another bill, I caught sight of the girls. And they sure as fuck weren’t in the VIP.
All of them were on the dance floor. Nevaeh, Mia, and Emmie’s bodyguards were basically standing as a barrier between them and a line of salivating dickheads who were all watching my wife’s tits bounce as she moved to the beat of the music.
“Glad you’re picking my kids up in the morning,” Braxton grumbled loud enough for me to hear. “Because I’m taking my wife home and not letting her out of the house again for a damn week.”
I grimaced, not wanting to think about what he was going to be doing with my daughter. But then I saw Angel lift her hands above her head and sway her hips, singing along to the song playing, while her sisters and the other girls laughed and joined in. Her skirt had hiked up a little, and I got the barest glimpse of her red panties. All thoughts of any other person on the planet vanished, and I charged through the crowd, practically throwing motherfuckers out of my way to get to Angel.
The instant my arms wrapped around Angel from behind, I felt her melt into me. “I win!” she yelled. “My husband showed up first!”
“Tie!” Nevaeh squealed as Braxton tossed her over his shoulder and barked at her bodyguard to get the car. “Mine arrived at the same time.”
“Playing games with me, Angel?” I husked against her ear. She shivered and began to dance again, rubbing her sweet ass along my already-aching cock. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble, baby.”
Turning, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She tasted as good as the first time I’d kissed her. Every good thing in the world was tied to the brush of her lips over mine. Hungrily, I deepened the kiss until someone bumped into me.
My head snapped up to find my brother grabbing Harper and dragging her toward the bathrooms. His gaze briefly locked with mine, but the raging emotions I saw simmering there told me all I needed to know. I was going to take Angel home and fuck her until neither one of us could walk. Shane wasn’t the waiting type. He’d find a bathroom stall and mark his wife so no one could be in doubt who she belonged to.
Hand on Angel’s ass, I turned her toward the nearest exit in time to see Jesse and Nik coming through the door together. Frowning, I glanced back at Lucy and Mia, and I wasn’t surprised to see Kin with them. But a glance to the side showed Harris, Jace, and Barrick had already arrived; they were just letting the three of them have their fun. For now.
I didn’t have the same ability to allow a club full of unworthy bastards to look upon what I held holy for another minute.
Outside, I waved at the valet, and he pulled my car up. I slipped him another bill as he handed me the keys. Once he was gone, I opened Angel’s door and helped her inside before jogging around to the driver’s side.
“You’re not going to get any sleep tonight, Angel,” I warned.
“That was the plan,” she said breathlessly, squirming on the seat.
“Just don’t be complaining when we have to pick up the grandbabies from Belinda’s in the morning. I promised Conrad.”
