Page 59 of Daddy Frost

Now all Leo had to do was find a way into the demon realm then use his gift of manipulation to convince Whichello what an amazing deal he was getting. Then Leo could breathe easier again. The demon wouldn’t kill him if he presented the guy with the man he had mooned over, right?

“Sorry we’ve kept you waiting,” a deep voice said from behind Leo.

Over the past week Leo had had to run from Whichello’s human servant who had nearly caught him twice. Had the demon sent another one after him?

Leo slowly turned, ready to convince the guy that he had an incredible gift to offer Whichello, but his words died in his throat when he saw the man from the ice cream parlor striding toward him with two muscled men flanking him.

The guy was even bigger in person. He would put the biker at around six-six, but he couldn’t even begin to guess the man’s weight. He was just massive and muscled and tattooed.

And intimidating as hell.

“The doctor was late,” the biker went on, “and my daughter-in-law just had to shock us with two babies instead of one. The doc said one must’ve been hiding behind the other. But you would think he still should’ve heard two heartbeats. Well, the good news is, I have two healthy grandsons and mom is doing fine. That’s all the matters, am I right?”

Leo was barely listening. He wished he could grow a beard that full and beautiful. He’d tried numerous times, but once it passed the stage of low-trimmed, his face broke out and itched like crazy.

Even the stranger’s companions were muscled with incredible beards.

“Do I know you?” Leo asked with a slightly curled lip. “You must have me mistaken for someone else.”

“No, but we know you.” The man stopped a foot away, towering over Leo.

“I hardly think so.”

“Leo Rodregez, uncle to Delta Riveria.” A slow smirk formed. “Piece-of-shit human who just can’t stop being a scumbag, not even for family.” He drew closer, his expression turning into a mask of rage. “Your first guy shot my fucking mate.”

Then Mr. Fox deserved his death for failing to follow one simple instruction.

“And the vampires…” His smile widened into one hell of an evil grin. “You just keep racking up enemies left and right, Leo.” He chucked a thumb over his shoulder. “Because you sent the vampires after Delta, I had to listen to my son whine. Do you know how annoying it is to hear a grown man whine? Very. In order to make him shut up, I had to let him come with me tonight. Thanks a lot for the fucking headache.”

The man the stranger had indicated gave Leo a toothy smile as huge white wings shot out from his back. “You’re gonna help me get rid of this baby fat.”

“By the way,” the third man added, “Whichello was kind enough to give us this kill, courtesy of the demon warrior leader who is sick and tired of our family being in danger.” He waved his hand. “Befitting you die where my father met Delta.”

Leo let out a blood-curdling scream as they exacted their revenge.

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“If you keep making me eat your amazing food, I’m the one who is going to be waddling around here,” Delta said right before he took a bite of the small piece of rib meat his mate held out for him. “Oh my god,” he moaned as he chewed.

“You like it?” Kalen smiled proudly.

The man knew Delta was addicted to his cooking. So far, Delta hadn’t tasted one bad thing his mate had given him to eat.

“No, it’s horrible.” Delta licked his lips, chasing after the lingering juices. “Now give me a bigger piece since you’re such a tease with tiny samples.”

Kalen leaned in, his soft beard scraping across Delta’s cheek and whispered, “I’ve got the biggest sample for you, muffin. Do you want to go inside for a taste test?”

Delta shivered but suppressed a moan since they were in the backyard with company. “Stop using your deep voice as a weapon. You know I become horny as hell when you do that.”

His mate softly chuckled before he pulled away and flipped the various meats sizzling on the grill. “As soon as I’m done cooking for an army, I’ll feed you my ‘bigger’ sample.”

And Delta would gladly gobble it up.

“Daddy Frost!” Elvine flew toward him from across the expansive yard before landing on her feet. “Since my mates are taking forever to get out here, I need you to help me set up the new thingies Papa Frost bought for Ciaran and Phenex.” She gave Kalen the stink-eye. “I swear, if he buys the twins one more thing, I’m going to blow my cork.”

“You are not going to stop me from spoiling my grandkids, young lady,” Kalen said as if it was a closed matter.

Did she mean lid? Delta knew better than to say anything. He’d been pulled aside the first time he’d corrected her and was given the reason why she screwed up idioms. He hadn’t corrected her since, though it was always tempting as hell.

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