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I don’t give a fuck.

He can’t work me up like that and leave me hanging.

Looking both ways, I bite the inside of my cheek, knowing I’m going to be in so much trouble when he gets home.

But I smile anyways and turn left.

A loud banging noise jolts me out of my peaceful sleep. Actually, it’s more of a thunderous beatdown on my poor camper door.

“Nova!”

Oh shit.

“You have three fucking seconds to open this door!” Colt bellows.

I must be losing my mind because I’m thoroughly enjoying pissing off the devil.

Maybe I’m a brat after all.

He beats on the door again. “You won’t like the consequences.”

I smile as the camper shakes with the force of his anger.

In the next second, everything stops. Slipping from the bed, I creep over to the window, peeking through the blinds. He’s gone. I’m disappointed when his engine roars to life and my heart sinks when I realize he’s leaving.

Well, that all went to shit.

Feeling deflated, I head over to the couch. As soon as my ass hits the cushion, the camper jerks as if something hit it. Jumping up so quickly I almost lose my balance, I look out the window, my sleep riddled brain shocked by what’s happening.

Colt checks the trailer hitch to make sure the camper is secure and all I can do is watch him, my mouth gaping open. His head lifts, our gazes locking together. His expression is terrifying, but I can’t look away.

He strolls up to the window, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “I’d hold on if I were you, little demon.” His muffled voice sends goosebumps across my skin, but anger surges through me at his audacity.

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but he gives me his back, taking the few steps to the driver’s side of histruck. He climbs in without giving me a second glance and I’m vibrating with rage.

He better fucking not…

The truck begins to move, and I spin towards the door. Looking around, I think I can jump out before my fucking home starts rolling. That idea turns to shit as I’m jolted by the jerk of the truck pulling the camper off my property.

My hand flies to the wall to steady myself as I grit my teeth, imagining all the different ways I’m going to kill him. Pushing off the wall, I thrust myself across the small space, landing on the couch.

“You fucking asshole!” I scream, but of course he can’t hear me.

Is it possible to love someone and want to gut them like a fish at the same time? I’m really liking that idea right now. I can’t believe he’s hauling my camper with me inside.

He better be ready when I get out of here. I’m going to give him an ass whooping like he’s never known.

Fucking Colt Everly.

Chapter Twelve

Colt

My little demon is going to learn tonight.

I had to go handle some business at work and I expected to come home and find my girl waiting for me.

But no.I came home to an empty ass house.

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