Devon frowns like I just told him he stinks, and shakes his head. “No way. This is Uncle Devon time.”
Slapping my palms to the table, I glare across at the man they call the Devil, wondering if the real reason he’s holding her is to keep her from me… are they planning to use my daughter against us to get Ringo to comply? Has Bobbi become leverage?
“I swear to God, Devon. If you don’t give her back to me right the fuck now, I’m going to—”
The door bangs open, and I hear Jared cursing as Dee storms past me with murder in her eyes.
“Oh fuck no,” Devon sneers. “Keep her the fuck away from my nuts!”
Dee isn’t Dee right now. She’s Hush, and her death stare is laser focused on Devon.
Unsheathing her huge knife, she glares across the table to where he really does look terrified.
Straightening, I smirk and cross my arms over my chest, loving every bit of fear emanating from the Devil.
“Hand over my daughter, and you can keep your nuts,” I tell him, and Ringo chuckles from beside me.
“Shit, man,” Ringo snickers. “You should know to never mess with a mother.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Devon hisses Ringo’s way, barely taking his eyes off Dee as she rounds the table, twirling that huge knife as she approaches him.
“Fine. Fuck. I just wanted to hold her. I wasn’t going to do anything,” he snaps, and I swear, it’s the first time I’ve seen this lethal guy look so human.
Glancing back down at Bobbi, he offers her a gentle smile, tugging his finger free of her little hand. “Your mummy is savage, little one,” he coos in a soothing voice that doesn’t suit the words he’s speaking. “Uncle Devon already misses you.”
And with that, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead before holding her out to Dee.
Jared is the one to take her, Dee’s focus still on Devon as she stares him down like she is planning his death.
God, I love that girl.
When all of this is over, I hope I get to hang out with Dee and learn more about her. She’s such a small thing, with a gentle face, but she’s so unassumingly deadly.
With my daughter in his arms, Jared rounds the table, bringing her to me. He stares at her for a moment, and when his eyes meet mine, they are glassed over.
“She’s beautiful, Abs.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice catching with the emotion clogging my throat, and I take my little girl back into my arms as Jared gently passes her to me.
“I take it you were listening at the door?” Griffin barks, gaining our attention, and I see him glaring at Dee.
All she does is flip him off and leave the room with Jared following behind, and Griffin’s face flushes red in anger… or maybe humiliation. I’m not exactly sure.
“That chick is going to turn on you one day, cousin,” Devon sighs, flopping back lazily in his chair. “One day you’re gonna wake up with that fucking sword of a knife pressed to your throat.”
“Been there. Done that.” Griffin chuckles, and my brows shoot up as Devon nods.
“That’s right. You never even knew she was in your house.” Devon chuckles under his breath, but his eyes shift back to me as I lower myself back into my seat.
Wait, no. He’s not looking atme. He’s looking at my daughter.
Is Devon a dad?
The idea of it sounds laughable, but stranger things have happened. He actually seemed comfortable holding Bobbi. Like he’s used to handling babies.
As Griffin tells Devon to shut up, I momentarily wonder what they are talking about, and make a mental note to ask Dee. I feel like there’s a funny story there I might be able to taunt Griffin with.
Relaxing back in the seat, I take in my little girl, her eyes now sleepy as she sucks on her dummy, trying to soothe herself to sleep.
