Delilah didn't have to reach out to The Flash, though.

"Did you hear about Brett?!" Dean hopped out of his truck before he even had a real chance to stop it and put it in park, "Some guy busted his knee caps at the bar. Lying asshole was cheating at poker and got caught."

Delilah ushered the kids back into the house when their uncle showed up unannounced.

"Is he at the hospital?"

"Yeah, they did a good job, too," Dean said, shaking his head, "He had it coming."

"He's hitting Miranda."

"She needs to leave him."

"Easier said than done," Delilah sighed, "Who was the attacker?"

"I haven't the slightest clue," Dean said, "Some guy who vanished into thin air, but it was at Bucky's and you know people come and go all of the time."

Delilah knew the place well—all too well. When she was pregnant with Ezra, Brett would force her and the other children to go and sit at the bar and wait for him while he gambled away their savings.

"Should I go see him?"

"Fuck that," Dean said, "I just couldn't get a hold of you so I wanted to run by and see if you're alright. Miranda's pretty shaken up."

"Are you sure you don't know who the guy was?"

"Pretty sure no one cares to investigate."

"He had it coming," Les said, lighting his cigar as he and Donovan took a break behind Club Rox, "I'm glad you told me to go check on him, Don. What a piece of fucking shit."

Donovan sighed, "Well, I appreciate it. I expect you to keep an eye on Delilah while I'm away."

"Jesus, man, take her with you."

Donovan chuckled, "I would need to take the kids."

"Take them, too!"

"I care for her, I don't love her, Les."

Les nodded, "Sure, Don, whatever you say. You can at least like her."

"I like the way she feels wrapped around my cock."

Les shook his head and coughed, "Yeah? Well, you wouldn't be telling me to babysit her while you're gone. Gonna pull the ole 'we're never seeing each other again' thing, too?"

"What the hell do you want from me?" Donovan smiled, "I didn't get into this to get involved with someone."

"Well, your cock might be what spoke for you before, but your heart is what's beating hard now."

"I want my kids to come and see me!" Brett snarled into the phone as he spoke with Delilah.

"No, you'll be out tomorrow and we'll see you. They have studying to do, Brett."

"I'm in the fucking hospital, Delilah."

"And whose fault is that?" Delilah growled, "You got knocked because you're a cheater—a cheater in everything in your life! You can't stop being one."

"Who the fuck gave you the balls to talk to me like that?"

"Go to sleep, Brett, and enjoy the coddling you're getting from the people who care about you because I don't!"

Delilah hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed.

"Mom?"

"Isaiah?"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure, honey," she sat up and patted the space next to her on the bed, "Do you need help with your homework?"

"No," Isaiah sighed, "I don't love my dad."

Delilah closed her eyes and held in her emotions, "Is it because of what he's done?"

"He hurt you and he's hurting Miss Miranda.." Isaiah said, "I don't like seeing him and I don't like going back to our old home without you there."

"He doesn't hurt you, does he?"

"No," Isaiah said, "He doesn't, but he pretends like he loves us and buys us all of these things and plays like he's the good guy when I know what he's done. I know what I saw him do to you. I can't forgive him like Beatrice has. Does that make me a bad son?"

"Oh, honey, of course not," Delilah wrapped her arms around her eldest boy and held him close, "It doesn't make you bad at all. You're a human being and you have every right to be angry. I'm sorry you heard me talking to Uncle Dean about Miss Miranda."

"I already knew."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I saw her the other day with a black eye."

Delilah's heart sank. It was true and she couldn't do anything about it.

"You don't have to see him," Delilah said, "None of you do. I am the sole person that can make that decision, but I thought you wanted to."

"I did at first, but I really don't now."

"Then you don't have to," she said, wondering what the repercussions would be when she told Brett this new revelation, "You can always come to me about whatever is on your mind."

Isaiah held back a sob. He was at the age where crying wasn't 'manly' according to his father, but Delilah told him that all of his emotions were valid.

"I love you," he said, hugging her again, "Are you going to see that guy this weekend in Boston?"

Delilah blushed, "How did you know..."

"Uncle Dean accidentally slipped up," Isaiah grinned, "It's OK. I like Mr. Donnie."

"Well, I like Mr. Donnie, too," Delilah said, "Come on. Let's go get some ice cream."

Donovan headed home after his stint at the club.

It wasn't too late so he opted on slipping off his clothes and crawling into bed naked. It took him less than a second to become rock hard when thoughts of her entered his mind.

"Fuck.." he said, stroking himself while thinking about Delilah riding him like she owned him, "Fuck me..."

His phone buzzed, startling him out of his fantasy.

Leaning over, he smiled.

Delilah.

"Hey, just wanted to check in and see if you're doing well. I have signed the contract and sent it back to you. I heard you wanted Millie to take me so whenever you want me there, let me know."

"I'll let you know, but I want you naked now."

"OK..I'm not wearing anything."

He hit the call button and it rang not even once before she answered.

"You're wearing absolutely nothing?"

"Nothing.."

"Touch yourself. Pretend it's my cock inside of you."

Delilah slipped her finger inside of her pussy as Donovan stroked his cock.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing, Del?"

"Oh.."

"That's right..fuck yourself while you think about me and be nasty about it."

"Oh yes...Donnie.."

"I bet your nipples are fucking hard. I want to suck them—both of them. I want to knead those gorgeous mounds together while I pump you so full of my come you'll be swimming in it."

"Oh...yes...yes..."

"I want to take you in all of your holes, Delilah—I want to ruin you for every man you'll ever meet again."

Delilah bit her bottom lip. He'd already ruined her.

"Tell me what you want....do you want me in you?"

"I want you in me..yes...I want you in me right now.."

"Faster, baby...fuck yourself faster.."

He could hear her labored breaths as he picked up his own pace.

"I am going to come..." Delilah said, "It's...yes..I feel it."

"Come for me..come for me now, Delilah!"

Delilah moaned into the phone as her orgasm found her and her body convulsed at the sensation.

"Yes...shit.." Donovan grunted as the first rope of hot come shot out onto his abs and then another and another.

"Yes..Delilah.."

There was a silence between them as they both listened to the other one breathing.

Delilah sighed into the phone and smiled.

"I have to go shower," she said, "Sweet dreams, Donnie."

"Sweet dreams, my precious queen. I'll be thinking of you."