cool brew do I answer Whip. “He normally does bring it with him. Why you looking to get more work done?”
“Nope, just was thinking you should get your ink on your ol’ lady before someone else tries to fuck with her,” he chuckles and lifts his own beer up and points it in my direction. “She’s a keeper and if you don’t want fuckheads to mess with her, you need to lock her ass down.”
“Brother, no one is going to fuck with Amaya. She’s mine and I’m not losing out on this chance with her. I intend to keep her. However, having my ink on her would be a damn good idea,” I mutter and pull out my phone to text Burner to make sure he’s bringing his equipment.
I slide my phone back in my pocket right as a set of arms comes around me. “Hey, baby, you want to go have some fun? I’ve missed you this past week,” Lips purrs against my ear, pissing me the hell off in the process. For one, unless I say or want it, I don’t allow anyone to touch me. For another, she’s not my ol’ lady and I don’t want her hanging on me.
“Get off me,” I sneer, shrugging her arms off my body.
“But, I figured you could use some release of that tension building inside you,” she says, running a hand up my arm. “Come on, don’t you want me to suck you off?”
“Bitch, I don’t need you to do shit,” I growl, wanting her to get the hell away from me. “I already got a woman who can take care of me. Go fuck one of the single brothers.”
“You can’t be serious,” she snaps without removing her hand from my arm. “That little girl? She doesn’t look like she can handle what you’re packin’. I bet she doesn’t even let you fuck her in the ass, and I know how much you love ass play.”
“Lips, fuck off,” Whip says, standing to his feet.
“I got this, brother,” I state, also standing to my feet. Getting in her face. “You want to fuck go find a single brother. You may be good with your mouth but that’s the only thing on you that can get tight, rest of you is loose as fuck from all the dick you take. Now back the fuck off or get out,” I growl, getting louder with each word.
Lips’ eyes widen and then they narrow as she turns on her heels and storms off out of the main room. Fuck if I’m not tired of her bullshit.
Letting out a breath, I tilt my head to the side and look to my woman to find her staring at me with wide eyes. Her arm is wrapped protectively around Lincoln who’s also staring at me.
Confusion marring his face.
There’s a lot to be said about the kid and I want to know what he’s thinking but right now, I need to get on with the next stage of the plan. That being sending him to stay with Raven at her house with her boys. Blaze suggested to protect him from what we’re about to do, Lincoln should stay with them. I couldn’t agree more. It’s bad enough I’m putting Amaya in the firing zone, I don’t need to put my son there as well.
I need to keep my wits about myself and to do that I have to send him away.
Sighing, I make my way over to the table they’re sitting at. I pick Lincoln up out of his chair and sit down with him in my lap. “Sorry you had to hear me yell, Linc, but sometimes when you need to get a message across you have to get loud,” I tell him while also wrapping my free arm around Amaya and pulling her into my side.
“Okay,” Lincoln says with a nod. “Do you want to draw with me?” he asks, pointing at a piece of paper that has loads of scribbles on it.
“Yeah, bud, I’d like to. Question though, how do you feel about going to Uncle Blaze’s tonight and hangin’ with Mark and Matthew?” I want him to think it’s just a sleepover and that he’d be there for a few days while this shit gets handled.
“That would be fun. Are you going to be there too?” he asks.
“No, I’m not gonna be there but I promise you’ll have loads of fun,” I mutter.
Lincoln nods his head and leans into me.
Fuck, being a dad is one