Page 36 of Papa's Beloved

“Where did he learn that?” Lucia asks.

“His grandmother taught him.”

“He made me the most wonderful bath salts for the first time Gambit and I were together,” Stormy says.

“He did?” Lucia asks, surprised.

Stormy blushes. “It was my first time and it helped with the soreness. My man is not small.”

I laugh. “Voodoo King requirements must be droolable hot, have tatts and pack more than the average schmo.”

The other women burst out laughing.

“Who’s got the biggest dick?” Stormy asks. “I need to know for research, of course.”

I laugh so hard I almost snort tea out of my nose. Stormy is a writer. A good one at that. Her top selling series, the Valhalla Marauders, is an international bestseller. We spend the rest of breakfast talking about our men’s junk and laughing our asses off.

My head hurts from laughing, but I’m not telling them because I don’t want it to stop. I can’t believe both these women accept me knowing I’ve had sex with their men. It blows my mind.

Papa

“THAT PIECE OF SHITis part of your family?” Smoke asked incredulously, looking at a strung up Jacob.

“He’s adopted. I’ll let Jimmy figure out what to tell the aunt. He’s always been better at spinning the truth.”

“That fucker ever coming for a visit?”

“Says he is. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees a ring on your finger.”

“You didn’t tell him about Sabian?” Smoke asks.

“No.” I grin. “It'll be more fun to see his face. Since you’re a sworn bachelor and all.”

He laughs. “Yeah, that ship sailed. Married with triplets on the way. That’s a much better life than being a bachelor. I don’t miss random pussy. I love coming home to my woman every night.”

“In a few weeks, your house will be done. I bet Sabian’s ready to get the nursery done.”

“She is.”

“Are you geezers going to talk us to death?” Jacob yells.

I turn to him. “We might and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it but hang there like the little bitch you are.”

I’m seething inside, but I won’t let the little bitch know he’s getting to me. No, I’ll spring it on him when I smash his face in.

“Cut him down and tie him to the chair. Mayhem bring me an extra helmet and a baseball bat. Preferably a metal one.”

I wait while the prospects did what I asked. Jacob screams and cusses. Yelling every insult he can think of. The guys laugh at him. Which only infuriates him more.

“Tape his mouth. I’m tired of hearing his big mouth.”

Havoc tapes Jacob’s mouth shut. I chuckle as he continues to curse and rant. Hurl runs back in with a helmet and a baseball bat.

“Strap the helmet on him.”

I watch as Hurl straps the helmet on him before handing me the bat. With a wicked grin on my face, I swing the bat a few times. Whiffing it in front of his face a few times.

“Let me show you what happens to men who abuse old ladies.”

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