Page 68 of Deadly Sweet

“She sleeps, showers, eats, and spends all her time here. In this house. Around you?” I think I’m starting to sound a little more manic.

“Yeah,” Leroy sighs heavily.

I nod my head, licking my lips. “Okay. So, here’s what's gonna happen. She’s fired. And if you refuse to fire her, I’ll kill her.” I shrug.

“You're joking, right?” Leroy asks.

My lip curves into a manic grin. “Wanna find out?”

“She’s fired. We’ll pack her shit up and send her on her way,” Walker says, surprising the hell out of me. “Leroy is retired now; it was always the plan for him to be a stay-at-home dad. We were going to keep her around because she cooked and cleaned as well, but that doesn’t matter anymore.”

“No, it doesn’t.” I narrow my eyes at them. “Because if you're going to be with me, I won’t allow any other woman to live in this house. I can cook. I can clean. Got it?”

“Yes,” they all agree at once.

My lips kick up into a smile, and I settle back into my seat. “Wonderful.” I clap my hands. “Now, how about we go take out the trash?”

Chapter 15

Walker

“So, are we all likea pack now?” Caleb asks, leaning in and not so subtly whispering.

I stand on our back porch, watching my Omega as she looks around our backyard in total awe.

Something about seeing the pure joy on her face as she admires the landscape of our property does things to my damn heart.

To think she’s been held against her will, forced to do unspeakable things to the point that the trauma caused her to suppress her past, makes me physically ill. I’ve never been one to condone taking a life, but I’ve been considering getting in my car and finding that motherfucker who thought he could put his hands on my Omega.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, fisting my hands at my side as I try to calm down.

This whole thing is fucking bizarre. I’m mated to a goddamn serial killer, for fuck’s sake. At first, I was worried. But if I’m being honest, it had nothing to do with the fact that she kills people for a living, and everything to do with my daughter.

Knowing that she’s not in any danger around Savannah has all my worries evaporating.

Do I like what she does? Not at all. Am I going to fight her over it? No. Because the people’s lives she takes deserve what she dishes out.

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