Madeline Sheehan - Undeniable

Grinning, he lifted his chin at Cox and they headed for the door.  Not a moment later, after they had closed his door behind them, something smashed against it, rattling the walls.

"We're not gonna kill ‘em?" Cox asked.

"Trust me," He said.  "This is much fuckin' worse.  Boy is in a world of hurt.  Been hurtin' for a long time now, we just sharpened the fuckin' blade a little.  He'll bury himself in no time…that is if Frankie doesn't find out and do it first."

Cox nodded.  “Sweet.”

Once they were inside the elevator, he grabbed Cox by his neck and slammed him into the wall.  “You ever fuckin’ talk 'bout Eva’s tits or pussy again I will fuckin’-

“Prez!” Cox said, laughing.  “That was all for show.  Chill the fuck out.”

☼☼☼

Freshly showered and sipping a tall glass of gingerale, I was sitting in my beanbag chair, watching Kami and Devin curled up in my bed, sleeping, hoping like hell Devin wasn't going to need counseling from the events of the day.

Because I sure did.

My bedroom door clicked and opened slowly.  Cox walked in first, followed by Deuce.  Cox's gaze flickered over me before landing on Kami and Devin.  There was possession in his eyes.  He wasn't giving up his kid.  No way in hell.  I wasn't sure what that meant for Kami but I was going to find out.

"Cox," I whispered.  He turned.

"I'm not sure what your plans are but Kami and Devin is a packaged deal.  You try to fuck that up and you're going to go up against a wall of Demon's?  We clear?"

Deuce's lips twitched but Cox remained impassive.  "Yeah, Foxy," He whispered.  "We're clear.  You don’t gotta worry 'bout your girl.  Had some time to cool off.  Figure some shit out.”

Cox walked over to my bed and sat down beside Kami.  "Bitch," He whispered in her ear.  "Wake the fuck up."

Kami blinked sleepily, saw Cox looming over her, and let out a shriek.

Cox slapped his hand over her mouth.  "You crazy?  My kid is sleepin'."

Kami's pretty blue eyes narrowed and she mumbled something nasty sounding against Cox's hand.

"Just met your fuckin’ husband and sure as fuck don’t want my kid near that asshole ever again, ‘specially don’t want him callin’ that mother fucker daddy.”  He gently pushed a lock of hair out of Kami's eyes.  "And bitch, you’re not goin’ back to him.  Not ever."

Kami visibly relaxed and sunk back into my pillow.  Cox removed his hand.

"Gonna lay it out for you babe," He said.  “Not 'bout to take my boy away from his mama.  So we can work somethin’ out.  I gotta get to know him first, want him to feel safe with me then we can talk ‘bout him goin’ back and forth, yeah?

"Or you can pack up your fuckin’ shit and haul your bony ass down to Montana and I’ll help you get a place.  Maybe shit could happen between us, maybe not cuz you’re fuckin’ crazy, but no way in hell you ever goin' near Ripper.  Basically bitch, you will promise me right the fuck now that you will be stayin’ away from Ripper from now til’ fuckin’ forever."

Shocked, I glanced at Deuce.  He was looking to the ceiling, praying for patience maybe?

"What about your wife?"  Kami hissed.  “Will you be staying away from her?”

"I'll take care of it," Cox hissed back.

She snorted.  "And how will you be taking care of that?"

"Not your concern."

Kami jackknifed into a sitting position.  "You expect me to pack up my life, uproot my son, move to a town where "Super Sluts" is the only salon in sight, just so some shit may or may not happen between us?  You might be fine as hell and fuck like a god but sorry, I don’t think so.”

Cox grabbed Kami's upper arms and jerked her forward.  Nose to nose, they glared at one another.

"I'm gonna be brutally honest with you.  Not one woman has ever worked me like you do.  Not one and I've fucked a lot of women.  Pissed me off every time you split when I still wanted more.  Now you got my kid and you still look slammin’ and I still want more.  You come to Montana we'll see if this shit works, it does, I'll leave my wife, it doesn't, I'm not fuckin' leavin' her.  Don't wanna do my own laundry and sure as shit don't wanna be payin' alimony."

“Oh my god,” Kami breathed.  “You are the biggest asshole I have ever met.”

“And you’re a damn crazy, seriously spoiled bitch.”

I'm still not sure who moved first, maybe they moved at the same time.  One second they were glaring and the next they were kissing.  And wrestling.  Wrestle kissing?

They rolled off the bed in a heap, Kami reaching for Cox's belt while he tore open her shirt.

I ran for Devin since neither of his parents were taking into account that their four year old was mere feet from them.

"Jesus, you're fuckin' perfect," Cox rasped.

"Shut up," Kami hissed.  "And fuck me!"

Deuce held the door for me while I carried Devin out of the room.

Last thing I heard before Deuce closed the door was Cox groaning loudly, "Oh fuck yeah, bitch, you're crazy ass is comin' home with me."

“No I’m not!”

I shook my head.  What a difference a day makes.

“You ready to go home darlin’?”

I looked over at Deuce.  He was staring at the little boy in my arms.

"Yeah," I said softly.  "I'm ready."

He looked up and smiled.  "That's good babe.  Real fuckin' good."

☼☼☼

Deuce turned onto the interstate. Wearing his helmet, Eva sat behind him, her thighs were cradling his hips, her arms were encircling his waist, her cheek was pressed between his leather-clad shoulder blades.  It felt good.  Right.  It felt like a fuck of a long time coming but it was here now and he could finally breathe easy.

Extending his arm straight out, palm facing down, he signaled his boys to slow down.  Then he put his arm up in the air and extended his index finger.  The boys slowed and went single file in order of their rank: Deuce, Mick, and Cox bringing up the rear.

They headed home.

"I'm not going in there."

Deuce folded his thick arms across his wide chest.  "You gonna sleep out under the stars?"

I shrugged.  "Since I'm not going in there, yeah."

Closing his eyes, he took a couple deep breaths.  I knew I was wearing down his last nerve but honestly, I couldn't find a shred of give a damn.  He had good intentions, yes, but he wasn't listening to me, didn't care how I felt about any of this.  I had just up and left behind everything I’d ever known for him and he was expecting me to move in with him and his kids!  His grown up kids!  His grown up kids who I had never met!

From what I could see, he had a beautiful home.  It was a two story rustic Montana cabin, widespread with a wraparound porch and a backyard that went on for miles.  It was off the beaten path, no neighbors, no traffic.  No nothing.  Just Deuce.  And his two grown kids.

Holy crap.  I had to get far, far away.

Was there a bus stop in the mountains?  I didn't remember seeing any.  In fact, I don’t think I saw any buses either.  Or people.  Or anything at all actually.  But there had to be a bus stop, right?  If there's a road more than likely a bus will show up eventually…right?

"Reel it in, Eva," Deuce growled.  "How far you think you're gonna get?  You don’t even know where the fuck you are."

"This is kidnapping!" I yelled.  “And stop reading my mind!”

"Fuck me," He muttered.  "Are you always this crazy?"

"Yes!" I screamed.  "Which is why you need to take me to an airport or a bus station or any sort of civilization and let me go home!"

He ignored me.  "I don't remember you bein' this crazy."

"You want to know why you don't remember me being this crazy?  Because out of the twenty five years we've known each other we can count on our fingers and toes how many days of that we've spent together!  And some of those days weren't even full days!"

"Eva," He said, exasperated. "You’ve spent four days on the back of my bike and sleepin' in a tent, pukin’ your fuckin' guts out.  You look like shit, you smell like shit and I'm willin' to bet you'd love to sleep in a real bed.  So how's 'bout you and I continue this fuckin' bullshit inside?"

I was praying for serenity, praying for the strength not to rip his throat out when I heard the most awful noise in the entire world.

"Dad?"

A miniature Deuce was sauntering down the driveway.  I stared at it.  It was nearly as tall as its father, not quite as well built but still impressive for an eighteen year old.  Its hair was long and blonde and pulled back in a man bun and when it flashed me its ladykiller grin, it was Deuce at Riker's all over again.  But it didn't have his father's eyes.  Whereas Deuce’s were frosty blue, mini Deuces were brown.

Deuce pointed at his mini him.  "Cage," He grunted.  Then he pointed at me.  "Eva."

Sheesh.  He sounded like a Neanderthal.  "Me man, you woman.”

The mini Deuce grinned again and lifted his chin.  "Sup' Eva."

I buried my face in my hands.  "Oh my god," I whined.  "I need a bus station."

"Daddy!"

I peeked through my fingers at the screaming, giggling mass of blonde hair flying down the driveway.  Dear god.  This chick was a teenage diva.  Skinny jeans and a sparkly pink tank top with furry pink boots, highlighted blonde hair, long and layered with perfectly side swept bangs.  Way too much eye makeup.  This did not bode well for me.

I was not a diva. None of my clothing had ever been described as furry.

She launched herself at Deuce and wrapped her body around him.  Since no one was looking at me, I decided to tiptoe slowly out of the driveway.  How hard can it be to find a bus stop?