Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(46)

I turned bright red as she continued to gape at me.

“I think she looks stunning,” Chase said, his voice low, his eyes blazing. A surge of desire shot through me. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted the pain, pleasure, and humiliation he brought me, and I wanted it now; I was starting to breathe heavier just thinking about it. He saw this, and he smiled his shark smile.

“No one cares what you think!” Kami snapped. She narrowed her eyes at me. “What’s going on?” she demanded.

I swallowed thickly. “I had a meeting with the D.A. this morning. Frankie’s bullshit, you know? I didn’t want to look like biker trash.”

Sheesh. Lying to Kami made me feel filthy. Disgusting. I had never lied to her before, not once in twenty-five years of friendship.

This seemed to placate her, but she still looked suspicious. “You’ve never cared before, and you’ve never looked like trash because you aren’t trash.”

I opened my mouth, another lie on the tip of my tongue, but was saved from having to dig my hole deeper when Devin barreled into the room much the same way his mother had.

“Aunt Evie!” he screamed as I bent down to engulf him in a squeezing hug. I buried my face in his sweet-smelling neck and fought the urge to cry. I had been avoiding both Kami and Devin—two people I loved more than anything—for this bullshit with Chase.

“You look so pretty,” he said, giving me a cute kiss on my cheek.

“Thanks, baby,” I whispered. “And you look very, very handsome.”

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Chase sneered. “How my very handsome son looks nothing like his mother or his father but more resembles Mrs. Gonzalez, our housekeeper.”

My eyes shot to Chase. It wasn’t any secret Devin wasn’t his. Devin was dark. Both he and Kami were light. Devin had black hair, dark features, and tanned skin that had nothing to do with sun exposure. He was taller and broader than any other four-year-old I’d ever met. He looked every bit his father’s son.

His father…Cox.

Kami glared at Chase. Thankfully, Devin seemed oblivious as always to Chase’s digs.

“Kind of hard to have a child that looks like you,” she hissed softly, “when your wife refuses to f*ck you.”

He shrugged. “As much fun as it was to f*ck a dead fish, I’ve since found much better. Much, much better.”

I closed my eyes. I had to get out of here.

Giving Devin another big hug, I stood. “Let’s do lunch tomorrow. And some shopping,” I suggested to Kami. “There’s a new thrift store in SoHo that Snickers said has a boatload of mint condition vinyls.” I tried to smile. “You know I have to hit that up.”

“Who’s Snickers?” Devin asked.

“One of Papa Fox’s friends from the club,” Kami said. “All he eats are Snickers bars.”

“What lovely names they all have,” Chase muttered.

“Evie, lunch and shopping tomorrow sounds perfect, but I want today, too. I was just about to drop Devin downstairs for a playdate. I’ll only be a minute, and then we can go get pedicures. My treat. Sound good?”

“OK,” I whispered, glancing at Chase, knowing he was going to be pissed at me.

Kami glanced over at Chase, then back at me, and her eyes narrowed.

“One minute, don’t leave,” she said, grabbing Devin’s hand.

The elevator doors closed behind them.

“Cancel with Kami,” he demanded. “Go straight to the Waldorf.”

“God, you’re an *,” I hissed.

I found myself pressed up against the elevator as Chase’s erection ground against me. I sucked in a breath.

“You want me,” he said coldly.

God, I did. I wanted him badly. Right here, right now.

“Go, Eva. I’ll be there shortly.”

Thirty minutes later, I was at the Waldorf begging Chase to f*ck me.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN


Deuce watched Eva tear out of Kami’s building looking like a brunette version of Kami—the hair, the clothes, the makeup, and she’d dropped a good twenty pounds. What had happened in the three months since he’d seen her last?

He came to Manhattan for two reasons. One, he had a lead on Eva’s hit; two, he wanted to see Eva; three, he wanted to see Eva; and four, he had to f*cking see Eva, or he was going to go insane. So more than two reasons.

Three days ago, accompanied by Mick and Cox, he pulled out of midday Manhattan traffic into the Silver Demons MC parking lot. He had just removed his helmet when he saw some pretty-boy * step out of the front doors of the club, accompanied by Eva and Preacher.

He signaled his boys to remain where they were as he watched the three of them interact. Preacher stuck his hand out and shook the pretty boy’s hand, and then retreated into the club.

The pretty boy focused on Eva, and his chest went tight. He’d seen that look before; it’s the look a man gets when he’s looking at something he wants inside of.

Gripping Eva’s chin, the pretty boy backed her up against the club doors.

Cox’s hand came down on his shoulder. “Breathe, Prez. She’s not exactly fightin’ him off.”

No, she wasn’t. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, gripping him, while the f*cker gnawed on her face and groped her backside like he was digging for change. None of this made sense to him. She ran away from him to help Frankie, but how she was going to accomplish that by f*cking some uptown douchebag was beyond him.