Page 134 of Sinning for Santa

Now I’m really confused.

Why would one officer punch the other?

“Sorry, Dev. You know I had to come and ask.” Officer Jason holsters his gun and tucks the other in the back of his pants, and I notice that’s when Devon and his men lower theirs.

“I know. Are you sure you can handle him?” Devon asks, his tone less menacing now, like he’s talking to an old friend.

“Yeah. I’ll take him to visit your cousin before we go back to the station.”

“Good idea.” Devon smirks wickedly, “Say hi to Griffin for me.”

“Will do.” Jason smirks back before turning his attention to me, and where I still stand huddled to a tree next to the gates. “Apologies, Miss Summers. Have a lovely Christmas.”

“Ah… yeah… you too.” I frown, my voice a little shaky.

What the hell just happened?

I watch as the officer gets into his car and starts the engine, starting to drive away.

“You okay, little mouse?”

Glancing in the other direction, I see Devon nearing, his gun gone from his grip as he studies me like I’m a caged animal that might run at any moment.

“I don’t understand,” I whisper, dumbfounded.

“It’s alright, Jax. It’s over.” He reaches out, snagging my wrist and gently pulling me to him.

“I’m sorry I…”

“It’s not your fault.” Devon cups my jaw, his dark eyes scanning my face as if he’s trying to read my mind. “I’ll kick Jason’s arse later for coming here and bringing a new recruit.”

“But…”

“But what?” He smirks a little, his thumb brushing over my cheek like he can feel its searing heat and he either likes it or is trying to calm it. I can’t be sure which, but it’s gentle and so opposite of what Devon Marx is.

“But, he’s a cop. They are both cops.” I point out the obvious and Devon shrugs.

“And?”

“And they are cops,” I snap, frustrated as to why he’s not taking this more seriously.

“Yes, they are cops, but little mouse, I’m Devon Marx.”

His familiar and rather frustrating cocky smirk returns, and I want to slap it off his face for treating this like it’s no big deal.

“But…” I try to argue again, and Devon leans close, brushing his lips against mine.

“But nothing.” He nibbles on my lips. “I’m a Marx, love. That’s all you need to know.”

Angling my head, he kisses me hard and deep, his tongue lashing mine like it’s trying to remind me who’s boss. And I guess it really is him. He’s the boss of everyone in this town, and maybe even of the police in the area.

When he pulls back, his dark gaze drops to my lips, and I know he’s staring at how swollen they are. He does that to them so easily, and I know he’s fascinated by them, more naturally plump than average.

Dazed, I look around as I pull back, needing space to think clearly. His presence consumes me so entirely sometimes, that I forget just how dangerous he is.

I glance over his shoulder at his men. The guards, dressed in a black uniform, armed with guns and knives. Miles, his hulking muscles nearly tearing through the fabric of his t-shirt, his tattoos making him look like an evil villain. And Finn, just as big and built as Devon, his blonde hair doing nothing to make him appear any less scary than the man standing before me.

These men… They are something else.

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