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My instinct is to call Max, but I don’t. I have to keep this to myself. I need to dig around and see what I can find out.

Delicate arms wrap around me from behind, Nova’s scent enveloping me. She calms my racing thoughts for a moment. She’s the only one who can. “Why did your phone explode?”

Spinning around in her arms, I sigh. “Saw that, did you?”

“More like I heard it.” She reaches up, cupping my face in her hands. “What happened?”

Sitting at the kitchen table, I pull her onto my lap, telling her everything that was said. She listens closely, without interrupting until I’m finished. I see the gears turning in her head. “Thoughts?”

“I think you need to keep an open mind. I know they’re your guys, but we both know, people you care about will fuck you over faster than anyone.”

“Why would they betray me, Nova? I took them from being fucking street thugs to reputable businessmen. They make more money. I keep them out of jail. Why the fuck would they do this?” My voice rises, but she doesn’t shy away.

She gives me a sympathetic smile. “Because people fucking suck, Colt. You can do everything in the world for them and they’ll still spit in your face.” She runs her fingers through my hair, effectively bringing me down a few levels. “Other than you, I hate them all. I prefer animals.”

Gripping her hips, she squeals as I stand from the chair, holding her against me. Walking to the island, I sit her on the counter, my arms wrapping around her. “What’s your animal of choice?”

She giggles and the sound brings a lightness to my chest. “I want a raccoon.”

A laugh bursts out of me. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why? They’re cute and squishy. Oh! And their little fingers!”

Pulling her into my chest, I hold her tightly.

This woman is my only thread to sanity.

I may have been young, but I knew the moment I saw her, she would be my life.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” She whispers against my neck, and I push her back a little to see her face.

“I’m listening.”

She swallows slowly, looking nervous. “Your parents.”

My brows furrow. “Okay?”

“I think it’s time you get your revenge.”

That puts a little pep in my step. “What did you have in mind?”

She reaches into her back pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. “I’ve made a list.”

Stifling a laugh, I watch her unfold it carefully, handing it over. I have to say, not only is my little demon a psychopath, but she’s also quite creative.

After reading her extremely detailed list, I meet her gaze and she almost looks shy, peeking at me from under her lashes. Fisting her hair, I crash our lips together, pouring every part of myself into the woman I love.

It’s pain and pleasure.

Chaos and peace.

Fight and surrender.

Nova Bradley has brought the devil to his knees.

I’ll fucking worship her as I kneel, until I’m aching and bloody.

She pulls away, panting. “I take it you like my ideas?”

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