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My eyes widen at her depravity, but my cock approves. The blade hovers above his mouth and I give it a shake, watching as the limp nub falls between his lips. Dropping the knife to my side, I pinch his nostrils together with one hand and cover his mouth with the other, ensuring he chokes on it immediately.

As he gags and splutters, Nova leans in closer, staring him in the eyes as his life slips away. “That’s for all these fucking migraines, you dick.”

Glancing at Max, I see a lump in his throat, his nipple lodged in tightly. My ass hits the ground, knowing he’s good as dead. Gripping Nova by the waist, I pull her down to the dirt with me, settling her between my legs. Wrapping my arms around her, she relaxes against me. It’s a beautiful night and my little demon is here with me and safe. We continue to watch as Max struggles to breathe, his hands clawing at his throat until they fall limply to his sides, and he takes his last breath.

“It’s amazing how something so small can kill someone.” She muses and I huff out a laugh.

“You’re a wicked woman and I fucking love you.”

She twists her head to the side, a grin tugging at her lips. “I love you, Devil.”

I rise to my feet, helping her up from the ground. She looks around. “What do we do about this?”

“I’ll take care of it.” I grip her hand, pulling her away from the scene. We reach the truck and climb inside, and I start the engine, doing a U-turn in the middle of the road. Once we’re a safe distance away, I stop the truck, rolling down my window. Reaching beside me, I pull out my pistol, aiming at the jeep’s fuel tank.

The first shot puts a hole in it.

The second shot sparks the flame.

I fire a third shot just because I fucking want to and the thunderous boom that follows has Nova giggling beside me. She reaches over, lacing her fingers with mine, and I know without a shadow of a doubt, we’re going to be okay.

Chapter Thirty-one

Nova

We’re lying in bed, soaking in the peace after the chaos.

With everything that happened tonight, nothing made me happier than coming home to find Bandit safe and curled up in his bed. I had locked him in the bathroom before all hell broke loose and I’ve heard raccoons can open doors, but I never believed it.

Until now.

I’m laying on my side, meeting Colt’s gaze as we watch each other, silently. There’s no need to talk about what happened. Max and Lacey were obstacles that needed to be removed to ensure our future. The end.

A loud smacking noise interrupts our quiet moment, and I look towards the end of the bed. Bandit is sitting like a tiny human with a jar of peanut butter in front of him, using a celery stick as a spoon. He dips it into the jar, swirling it around before bringing it back to his mouth. He takes a big bite, his lips and tongue making gross little sounds.

Glancing at Colt, his lips tug up in a grin and I giggle. It draws Bandit’s attention, and he leans the jar of peanut butter against my ankle, crawling between us with the celery stick still in his mouth. He squeezes his squishy body between our chests, turning towards Colt, tilting his head.

“What is it, furball?” He asks and Bandit’s tail swishes.

“What do you want, buddy?” I coo, running my hand down his fur.

He glances my direction, batting his eyes before turning back to Colt. Just as I’m about to cuddle him to my chest, he pulls the celery stick from his mouth, whacking Colt in the nose with it.

He rears back, looking stunned. “You little shit!”

“I told you he hit me with celery, and you didn’t believe me!” I burst out laughing. It’s still painful, but damn this is worth it.

Bandit begins chittering, zipping back and forth across the mattress, jumping over our legs like an Olympic hurdler.

“Oh, I’ve got something for you!” Colt jumps from the bed, spreading his arms wide, making ridiculous, beastly noises at Bandit.

He climbs off the bed and takes off running, Colt chasing him down the hall. His nails tapping quickly across the floor, followed by Colt’s heavy footsteps have me rolling in laughter.

I listen to their playfulness, so fucking happy this is my life now. I don’t need anything in life but these two clowns.

Colt slips back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. His hair is disheveled and he’s a little out of breath.

I grin. “Did he kick your ass?”

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