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“You piece of shit! I’ll fucking kill you!” She shouts and while I’m enjoying seeing her lost in a fit of rage, this shit needs to end.

She spins to face me, the flames of hell in her eyes. She takes a few steps, reaching around my back, pulling the gun from my waistband. She turns to Daniel again, pulling back the slide, a bullet loading in the chamber. With fury like I’ve never seen, she aims the gun at his head. “A woman just kicked your ass with a piece of wood. Lights out, motherfucker.” She pulls the trigger, the bullet hitting him in the center of his forehead.

My legs are moving before my brain can catch up. Taking the gun from her trembling hand, I slide it back into my waistband. Wrapping my arms around her, she does the same, blood covering both of us.

She pulls away, her eyes meeting mine. “I’m sorry. I kind of flipped out.”

Gripping her chin, I kiss her hard. “My beautiful demon queen.” I whisper against her lips.

She smiles and I know she can handle anything.

Gripping her hand, I pull her along as I approach Max. “You couldn’t keep her back?”

“She kneed me in the fucking balls.” He groans, cupping himself.

Nova giggles beside me and I try to stifle my smile, but as my next question comes out, I’m instantly pissed the fuck off. “You didn’t search him?”

“He was searched. I don’t know how we missed the knife. I’m sorry, boss. It won’t happen again.”

“Clean this shit up.” I bark, leading Nova out of the warehouse.

Once we’re settled in the truck, she turns towards me. “Let me see.”

“It’s not bad, baby. I’ll clean it up when we get home.”

The engine roars to life, but as I reach for the shifter, she grabs my hand. “Let me fucking see.”

Rolling my eyes, I pull up my sleeve, the nasty looking gash from the dull blade on full display. Blood trickles down my bicep as she studies it. “I think you need stitches, but I can fix you up.”

I’m taken aback. “Why do you know how to stitch someone up?”

“I’ve had a few scrapes in my life.”

Chapter Seventeen

Nova

I stitched up Colt’s arm and we took a shower together.

Now, we’re lying in bed, the room quiet without any pressure to speak.

He’s yet to scold me for interfering in his business today, but I’m waiting for it. He can say whatever he wants. I know he’s the big, bad Devil, but no one will hurt him while I’m around.

I won’t stand for it.

He’s gone through enough in this life already.

His fingers glide through my hair as I listen to the beat of his heart. I’m truly content for the first time in my life, but it doesn’t last long as he goes and ruins it.

“You shouldn’t have intervened today.” There’s no anger in his voice.

“If you expect me to stand by while someone tries to kill you, you don’t know me at all.”

He rolls us over so he’s hovering above me, a tiny smirk playing across his lips. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”

“I know.” I quip.

He leans down, kissing me. “So brave.”

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