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I’ll make sure of it.

We enter the bedroom, and he moves to the bed. I push at his chest, and he falls back, his eyes roaming my body as I sit on his cock.

A sinister grin tugs at his lips, his dick twitching inside me. “Plot away, little demon.”

Chapter Twenty-five

Nova

Colt and I hatched a plan last night.

We both agreed an ambush would be the most logical solution to our problem. Take out Lacey and Max at the same time, our consciences unbothered by our decision. When they chose to fuck with Colt, they signed their death warrants, plain and simple.

We’ve kept the discovery to ourselves, not wanting anything to interfere with our retribution. He spoke with Junior again, attempting to pry more information out of him, but he claimed he told him everything he knew.

Colt had some errands to run this morning, so I offered to go grocery shopping while he handled his business. He gave me free reign with his credit card which makes me uncomfortable, but after he assured me with his tongue between my thighs, I gave in and accepted his black card.

He told me to buy anything I want for the cabin, change whatever I don’t like. The house is a fucking dream, I couldn’t imagine changing one single thing about it.

I’ve just finished loading the groceries into the bed of his truck. He hates my old beater, tirelessly trying to persuade me to find a new vehicle, but he drove it anyway so I could take the truck.

I’m living in his home, now jobless, and he wants me to purchase a new car.

He’s exasperating.

I know he wants to take care of me, but he needs to understand it makes me feel like a damsel in distress, which I’mnot.

Returning the buggy to the cart station, I head back to the truck. Climbing inside, I toss my phone into the cup holder. As I reach for the handle to close the door, an arm appears, stopping me.

My head whips around, my gaze locking with a very cold and angry looking Max. I swallow slowly, pushing down any sense of fear I may have. He doesn’t know we’re onto him.

“Hey Max.” I try for a genuine smile.

His expression changes so fast, it unnerves me. “Hey, ball buster.”

I laugh like he’s the funniest guy in the world, my hand slipping behind my back, grabbing my phone. Colt is literally the only person I talk to, so I take a chance, pushing the call button at the bottom left corner of the screen. Knowing his name will be highlighted, I push it again.

Please work.

MaybeI ama damsel in distress.

Fucking Max.

“What can I do for you?” I ask, a fake smile plastered across my face.

“I was here grabbing a few things and saw you unloading your groceries. Just wanted to say hi.”

The man isn’t this friendly on a good day, so he’s up to something, my already heightened senses on full alert.

“That was nice of you.”

“Where are you headed?” He asks.

“Home, to get this stuff put up.”

He steps closer, resting his hand on the head rest. My body stiffens and I’m hoping my call went through to Colt.

Max leans in close and I’m about to kick him in the fucking balls again if he doesn’t back off. “Have a safe trip home, Nova.” He smirks, bile rising in my throat.

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