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Spencer was a pain in my ass, but I couldn’t fathom the thought of her getting hurt again. On instinct, I pulled her into my chest and onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her frame in protection when a ghastly howl thundered from behind, and the ceiling cracked under the onslaught.

All I could see was a cloud of debris pounding down as a gust of fire blew directly towards us, the assault so rapid that I didn’t have time to react.

Our bodies launched into the air as we fell to our demise.

Pain.

That’s all I could process as my lids fluttered against the heavy weight pressing them down.

Blaring sirens screeched against my eardrums, and my rib cage ached with every laboured breath that passed my lips.

I was flat on my back, the pavement digging uncomfortably into my skin as the view above filtered with incandescent red, blue and black.

I sensed Spencer twisting out of my embrace until she knelt beside me, entirely unblemished and perfectly kept as if she hadn’t dropped two stories from a burning fucking building.

When we were thrust from the window, I managed to spin mid-air, ensuring I received the full brunt of the fall. The action was subconscious and one I regretted, based on the potent pain now radiating throughout my entire body.

Spencer ran a warm palm down the side of my face, her hand coming away black with soot. Then, Remi stepped up behind her, shirtless with his golden pecs gleaming like he was some avenging god. If I wasn’t physically comatose, I would have killed him on the spot.

Spencer’s gaze caught mine, and there was no doubt she could see the murderous intent shining in my eyes. In return, she winked and stood upright while Remi placed his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his side.

That last vision fucking gut me as Spencer’s haunting devil smile hovered above me in condemnation.

XXI

Echo

Isat on the street curb as a Vice doctor tended to my injuries. Aster approached with Spencer glued to her side, both sipping martinis like they weren’t surrounded by ash and ruin.

My eyes narrowed on Spencer’s glass. “I thought you were pregnant?”

“Oh, honey, you know I’d never let that shit happen by chance.” And I swear, her green irises ignited from within.

I was already seething from saving her sorry ass earlier, but after that confirmation, I was practically vibrating.

“Get cleaned up,” Aster said. “Then, we’re going to have a full internal investigation andclean house.”

My attention flicked to Spencer. “She’s not coming. She’s not Vice.”

Spencer laid a hand on Aster’s shoulder. “That’s okay,Aster. I have to reconvene with my sisters anyway.”

I started. Maybe a little from the pain, but definitely from the show of their obvious rapport. No one called Aster by name, especially in public. That my mistress didn’t even flinch from the familiarity made me suspicious and maybe a little envious.

Spencer noticed. Behind Aster’s back, she raised a middle finger, then proceeded to push that finger in her mouth, her eyes rolling back, pretending to suck herself off.Insane bitch.Or maybe I was the insane one wishing it was my dick… Which was now inconveniently stiff.

Aster promised to meet me later before leaving to refill her drink.

Spencer, on the other hand, lingered closer, whispering over me so only I could hear. “Don’t worry, Echo. I’ll make sure Mummy pays your child support when I eventually steal her from you. Soon, she will have anewchild, anewheir to take over Vice.”

As I went to latch my hands around her throat, Spencer managed to jump out of reach, sparing a wink and air kiss before she turned and sauntered away.

Aster and I rode the elevator up to my apartment, another day of retribution done. After the betrayal of one captain, we automatically clicked into overdrive, sifting through the masses of Vice to gather and cull all the treacherous cunts who thought they could steal a piece of power for themselves.

Aster sighed, clicking away on her phone. Despite her exhaustion, she stood as rigid and proud as ever. We hadn’t slept for two days straight, and I was still recovering from the various burns that scarred my flesh. However, our need for vengeance could not go unchecked, and now we could finally rest after staining the streets with traitors’ blood.

It also helped that I hadn’t seen Spencer. Despite her blatant taunting and undisguised provocations, her allure and magnetism still reeled me in, a slow-acting toxin that ate awayat my resolve whenever she was in the vicinity. Hell, I almost got burnt alive because of her.

She was the last person I’d touched, the last remaining being on earth who got my dick hard. I was pleased that my manhood wasn’t broken, but loathed the fact that it only worked at the thought of her.

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