Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(52)
Cox’s fists clenched.
“Eva Fox,” Deuce reminded him.
Chase glanced back at him. “I’m a little busy right now. Do you mind coming back another time? Maybe making an appointment?”
Cox sat down on a leather armchair and put his feet up on Chase’s desk. “We’ll wait.”
“Yeah,” Deuce said, spotting a photograph of Eva. He picked it up off the desk. “You take your f*ckin’ time.”
Her high school graduation. She was wearing her gown, holding her cap in her hand and grinning, looking like she didn’t have a care in the world. His mouth went dry looking at it. That photo had been taken right before he had her in that alleyway and made her his forever.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Chase murmured.
Yeah, she f*cking was, but he wasn’t going to mince words. He had come here for a reason, and it wasn’t to discuss how beautiful his woman was.
“Thought you only had to worry ’bout Frankie Deluva, yeah? And since Deluva’s locked up tight, you thought you had nothin’ to worry ’bout.”
Chase smirked. “I take it I was wrong?”
“Yeah, asshat,” Cox said. “You were f*ckin’ wrong.”
Chase pointed his index finger between him and Cox and grinned. “Are you both here defending Mrs. Fox-Deluva’s honor? Because if that’s the case, I’m sorry to tell you, but I’m pretty certain I f*cked it all out of her.”
“Sorry, slick,” Deuce said to Chase. “Eva’s got fire inside her you ain’t never touched.”
“Considering I’ve touched every possible part of her there is to touch, including her womb, I’m inclined to disagree with you.”
His nostrils flared.
“Oh,” Chase arrogantly continued, “didn’t you know? Funny thing about condoms. They don’t work very well when you break them beforehand. So as far as Eva’s fire is concerned, I think I’ve cornered the market.”
“Funny thing ’bout condoms,” he growled. “They don’t work very well when you don’t use them at all.”
Deuce watched, satisfied, as Chase lost his grin and anger flickered in his eyes.
“Oh, didn’t ya know,” he said, “I’ve been cornerin’ that f*ckin’ market ’bout twelve years now.”
Cox leaned forward and plucked a framed photo off the desk. “Goddamn, Kami looks slammin’ in a bikini,” he drawled. “Like her better naked, though. And ridin’ my face screamin’ my f*ckin’ name.”
Chase shrugged. “You think Kami screams, you should hear Eva.”
Holy shit, he wanted to kill this *.
Chase folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his desk chair. “That baby is mine,” he said evenly. “I made sure of it.”
Gritting his teeth, he counted to ten before he did something that would land him in a cell next to Frankie. While he was counting, he stared at the picture of Eva. Why did this * have a picture of Eva from her high school graduation? Unless…
He looked back at Chase. Fucker was a cruel bastard, but if he just wanted a taste of Eva, he wouldn’t have tried to get her pregnant. He wouldn’t have her photo on his desk, a photo taken twelve years ago, no less, and he wouldn’t give a shit who else she was f*cking.
Jesus Christ…
“I know what Eva sounds like when she’s screamin’,” Deuce said quietly, waiting for the reaction he knew would come.
“Know what it feels like to be buried deep inside, her sweet * squeezin’ my shit so f*ckin’ hard it hurts.”
Chase’s face went tight.
“Best part—and you should know this since you’re f*ckin’ her—is when she’s comin’ and screamin’ she loves me and—”
Chase lunged forward in his chair, and his fists came down on his desk. “Shut the f*ck up!”
Yeah, Chase Henderson loved Eva Fox.
“Funny thing ’bout Eva,” Cox said. “Prez don’t ever shut up ’bout her. We quit tryin’ to make him a long f*ckin’ time ago. Always talkin’ ’bout her big titties and tight *—”
“Get out,” Chase hissed. “Or I’m calling security.”
“Don’t worry, kid,” Deuce said. “We’re gettin’ the f*ck out. Came up here to feel you out, see what the f*ck your game was. See if I needed to take you to ground, but I get it now, know exactly what you’re about. You ain’t got no game. You just want my woman, plain and simple. Wanted her for a long time now. Wanted her so bad you were desperate enough to settle for fee-for-service f*ckin’ instead of love.”
Chase’s jaw locked up tight.
“I ain’t got shit to worry ’bout. Eva’s never gonna look at you as anything more than a ride she got off on.”
“GET! OUT!”
Grinning, Deuce lifted his chin at Cox, and they headed for the door. Not a moment later, after they had closed Chase’s door behind them, something smashed against it, rattling the walls.
“We’re not gonna kill ’im?” Cox asked.
“Trust me,” he said. “This is much f*ckin’ worse. Boy is in a world of hurt. Been hurtin’ for a long time now. We just sharpened the f*ckin’ blade a little. He’ll bury himself in no time…that is, if Frankie doesn’t find out and do it first.”