A Little Sane

Chapter 81

Jerome walked closely behind Mercedes as they walked through Diablo's building. They finally made it to Diablo's room and they were brightly greeted.

"There's my favorite girl!"

The smirk on Diablo's face made Jerome feel disgusted. Mercedes had told him about Diablo's kiss just before they left the apartment. He really hated the idea of Diablo touching her and he knew she did too. Jerome looked at Mercedes who was smiling back at Diablo.

"I told you I would get the job done. Did I disappoint you?"

Jerome was taken back by her bold action of sitting on Diablo's desk. Diablo laughed. He turned to Jerome.

"You're wife is brilliant Valeska."

Jerome stood right behind Mercedes and gently held her waist. He stared at Diablo with a slight glare.

"That she is.."

Diablo noticed Jerome's hand and chuckled.

"You are way too over protective. No one here is going to hurt her."

Diablo grinned at Mercedes.

"That is.. unless she asks for it.."

Mercedes laughed slightly.

"Funny."

Jerome kept his harsh glare. Diablo laughed again.

"Relax. Everyone knows who she belongs to."

Mercedes laughed.

"That's even more funny. I may be his wife, but I don't belong to anyone."

Mercedes leaned back into Jerome. Diablo raised an eyebrow. 

"He doesn't own me. He will never own me. He just..." 

A smile formed on her lips.

"Makes me happy.."

Diablo raised his hand and chuckled.

"I getcha. Everyone likes to have..."

Diablo's eyes scanned their forms.

"a mate. Especially due to your... condition. I also assume you'll want your husband to take over some more of the jobs for.. a while.."

Mercedes instantly saw Diablo's thoughts and was completely disgusted. Diablo didn't notice Jerome's sudden look of confusion that turned into disgust. Jerome tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her off of Diablo's desk. Jerome knew they had to get out of there.

"Is that all you needed? To thank her? Our kids are probably missing us. And sure I can help out a little more."

Diablo tilted his head.

"You don't want to celebrate our win?"

Diablo smirked.

"Jerome I'm pretty sure one of the ladies or a few of the lady would be very happy to give you a reward for your wife's victory."

Jerome held Mercedes close.

"No actually, we promised the kids we would let them make dinner with us and watch a movie. And I'm good with my wife."

Diablo nodded and waved them away. 

"Suit yourself. See you next job." 

Jerome had a tight grip on Mercedes arm as he dragged her to their car. Mercedes tried to pull away.

"Ow! Jerome.. Jerome.. Ouch!"

Jerome let go and Mercedes rubbed her arm. He gave her an apologetic look then his expression turned into anger.