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She was my everything.

I fucked her, stretching her as she held on to me, staying in place like I told her to. I watched her face, memorizing the way her jaw fell open, her eyes rolled back, and her eyelids fluttered. I savored the flush crawling up her cheeks as her pussy tightened around my length, trying to keep me inside.

“Made for me,” I grunted between thrusts.

“Yes,” she breathed, kissing me.

I didn’t stop fucking her at a brutal pace, breathing into her open mouth, savoring her. My balls began to tighten; I needed her to come all over me. I needed her mess on me before I took a life. Cigarettes weren’t going to cover it today.

I needed my clover girl.

My hand snaked around to her front, my fingers finding her swollen, wet clit. As I worked her, feeling her panties rubbing against my fingers, I trailed my lips across her jaw before finding her ear. “My lucky charm,” I murmured. Even after everything, the hell we went through yesterday, I owed her for pulling me out. I owed her for not giving up on me. I owed her for saving me.

“C-Cain,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Need my pussy to come,” I cooed.

“Babe,” she gasped.

“You gonna do that for Daddy? Hm?” I asked sweetly, slamming into her now. “You gonna milk this dick, clover?”

She didn’t give me an answer.

She was too busy screaming my name as her cunt clamped down on my cock, doing exactly what I needed her to do. I lost myself to her and the pleasure she gave me. As I filled her, I chanted her name like fucking prayer, knowing damn well the Big Man upstairs already answered it.

Four hours later.

Nik and I walked hand-in-hand into the warehouse where we’d brought Victor and Ivan.

Now, Kavi was in there, waiting for his final judgment.

And I was the lucky son of a bitch who got to reap his piss-pour excuse of a soul from this planet.

Just before we entered, I turned Nik to me. “You don’t have to go in there. You’re going to see sides of everyone—me included—that you’ve never seen before,” I told her softly.

I didn’t want her walking into something she didn’t want to see or couldn’t handle. She’d already seen enough the last few days, and there was still so much for us to process, things we needed to do together.

“That man in there has been tormenting Oasis for months. He had Cleo kidnapped, killed Tiggy, planted a rat in Oasis, had Amara kidnapped, and had me nearly blown to fucking pieces before killed Xander yesterday, Cain,” she explained, her voice gentle but firm, anger in her tone. “I will absolutely be going there to watch you kill him, and when you’re done, we’ll walk out just like we’re about to walk in. Together.”

There was nothing more to say.

All I could do was grab her face and gave her one more kiss.

When that was done, we entered, and a slow, wicked smile spread across my face at the scene in front of me.

Dontell seemed to already be playing.

Chapter Thirty

Nikki

My stomach churned at the sight of Dontell standing in front of Kavi, who was hanging down by a chain, Dontell's chest heaving as he demanded answers. Jeremy was against the far wall by the lever the chain was suspended from, his face clouded. Dontell was also shirtless, his dark skin shining with sweat, his muscles displaying a kind of power I didn’t know he had.

Collin was nowhere I could see, but I could feel his presence within the building.

Cain tugged me inside, the door falling shut behind us with a bang as I took a look around the space, wanting to focus on anything other than Kavi.

The warehouse was old, but not as old as Oasis. There were old machines behind Kavi, and I assumed this was once a packing facility. The Dark Horse I’d driven out of Seattle was parked inside, along with the car Dontell had driven. The other three cars were left in Seattle; we had no choice but to abandon them. The idea of keeping them was a dream, and James later told us that they were taken into evidence by the local PD, that bringing the FBI into Devils Den made some pretty big waves and he, along with Agent Roosevelt, were watching the people on the Red List closely to see if they would go into hiding.