Page 29 of Devil's Valentine

Glancing at my watch, I’m glad I only have another hour or so before my woman shows up. I can’t wait to see her. Maybe she’ll test out a new recipe today and I’ll be able to be her guinea pig. That’s always a good time.

Today she’s starting to train a new employee, one she hired specifically to help her with the baking. I’m so damn proud of my woman. She wants to have more flexibility with her schedule and having someone she can share the morning duties with is going to give her that.

She hasn’t said she’s doing it to be able to spend more time with me, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take the credit. I’m fucking thrilled.

When I hear a car approaching, I turn toward it and my anger spikes. Why the fuck is Scarlett here so early? I hop off my bike and stride toward the bakery, slipping through the front door right after her. The bakery is dark and she’s clearly not payingattention. It only pisses me off more as I lock the door behind me.

When we walk into the kitchen, she reaches for the light switch as I bark out, “What the fuck are you doing, Scarlett?”

She lets out a shriek and spins around to face me with wide, wild eyes. Her voice is shrill, “What the fuck, Dean? You scared the shit out of me.”

My jaw clenches and I seethe, “You didn’t even notice me walk into the bakery right behind you. You didn’t even lock the door.”

She huffs out an annoyed breath and I’m about a second away from bending her over and spanking her delicious ass. I wouldn’t be surprised if my thoughts are broadcasted all over my face because she softens and takes a small step closer to me, her hands reaching up and soothing across my shoulders.

“I knew you were the one watching the bakery. I left the door unlocked because I knew you’d be walking in soon because you’d have seen me drive up.” Her luscious lips curl up into a coy, teasing smile. “I did park in the front like you’ve asked me to,” she reminds me like that should earn her points or something.

“Fuck,” I mutter, “it’s impossible to stay pissed at you, Sugar.”

I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to me until her tits pillow against my chest and her curves mold to my body. Even though her eyes are tired, they still sparkle as she looks up at me.

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“I couldn’t sleep anymore,” she admits as she looks up at me with so much love. “You weren’t there,” she pouts.

When I slam my mouth down on hers, she melts into me and moans softly. My cock goes rock fucking hard. I want to bury myself inside of her desperately but now is not the time. I also won’t be giving my brothers a show. No fucking way.

They already love my woman too much. There’s no way I’ll share the vision of her delectable body falling apart for me.

I pull back from her and press my forehead against hers, our panting breaths mixing and our eyes locked. She’s so damn beautiful.

Before I can say anything, an alert sounds on my phone. I pull it out and see that the cameras at the back have picked up movement.

My voice is hard as I try to hold back the panic trying to well up inside of me. “Go to your office, lock the door, and don’t come out until I come and get you.”

Her brown eyes are wide and filled with fear, but she doesn’t question me and only nods once. I watch her for a second as she heads toward her office and then take a deep breath.

As I move toward the front door, I shoot off a text to Lucifer and Hacker. They’ll get here along with anyone else they want to pull in. When I slip outside, I move silently and stay in the shadows as much as possible while moving around the building and into the alleyway.

There are two small figures, talking in hushed tones at the back door of the bakery. They look like they’re arguing over something while not even paying attention to what is going on around them.

I’m able to get practically right up on them and catch the end of their whispers. The slightly taller figure hisses, “We won’t go in this time. Just get out the paint.”

When I jump on them, tackling them to the ground since they’re standing so close together, I’m able to press a knee to the middle of both their backs. The screams that come out of them are filled with fear and aren’t the sounds I would expect from a man.

It makes me pause, but I know I won’t be able to turn them over until my brothers get here. “Stop struggling,” I growl, and they both freeze which only makes my gut twist.

As the seconds tick by, it becomes clearer that these are only kids. Kids have been terrorizing my woman? It makes no fucking sense. Sure, kids can get into trouble for a lot of reasons, but why go after a bakery?

The sound of heavy boots coming up the alley behind me is a relief. As Lucifer and Hacker reach for the two people I’ve subdued, I stand up.

“They’re just kids,” I mutter.

My brothers spin the kids around and hand settles on my shoulder which has me turning to see Scythe and Apostle flanking me. One of the kids looks to be about 15 and the other can’t be more than 11. I don’t even know what to feel.

They look at us with fear in their eyes, even though the older kid tries to look hard and unaffected. As I study them, it’s clear that they’re brothers. The longer I look, the more familiar they become, but I can’t quite place it.

“You’re the little shits that have been fucking with my woman?” I growl the question, almost unable to believe it.

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