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“That was intense,” she says after he leaves.

I pull her into my arms and hold her tight against my chest, and inhale the scent of her freshly washed hair.

“That shouldn’t have happened.”

Kissing her on the top of the head, I move away from her reluctantly.

“Let me finish getting dressed and we can go.”

Grabbing a shirt, I get dressed while Bella keeps asking questions.

“Why did you hit him?”

I pull my boxers on and answer her.

“Several reasons. He never should’ve come into my bedroom knowing you are here. Kage sure as fuck shouldn’t have come into the bathroom where I was fucking you. And finally, his comment about fucking you was out of line. He’s lucky I only hit him once.”

As I get into my jeans, she continues our conversation.

“Well, it takes two people to fuck, Nico, and I would never. I didn’t fuck anyone when I thought you were dead, and I sure as hell wouldn’t now. Especially not your brother. You have nothing to be jealous of. I’m with you.”

I pull my shirt over my head.

“Kage is a playboy, like Bones used to be. He fucks more women than I can count, and seems to have them lined up. They see him, and immediately fall to their knees for him. And you’re exactly his type. I knew if he saw you, he’d think you were beautiful.”

She saunters over to me, looking sexy as hell, and strokes her fingers down my cheek.

“Vulnerable Nico is very sexy, but you have nothing to worry about, because I’m yours.”

With a grin, she says, “My ass even says so.”

I chuckle and kiss her quickly.

“Let’s go. I’m going to show you my second favorite thing to do.”

I take her hand, and we walk downstairs when she asks, “What’s your favorite, if this is second?”

Chuckling, I say, “Fucking you, living dead girl. That’s hands-down my favorite thing to do.”

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she gazes at me, as I open the door to take her out for the night.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

BELLA

“Are they usually women?”

He glances at me from the driver’s seat, as he cruises down the road to I don’t know where. Nico didn’t say where we were going, or how he selects his victims.

“Not necessarily. Some of them have been women, but gender doesn’t matter.”

I look out the window at the cars driving beside us on the highway. It’s not heavy traffic, but we aren’t alone either.

“How do you decide?”

His mouth turns up into a wide grin as he chuckles softly.

“I think you already know the answer to that question, baby. It’s the eyes. Either they fascinate me, and I want to watch them die, or I don’t.”

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