Page 5 of Nova

Chapter

One

NOVA

“I’m out of Viagra.” I stomp into Skull’s office without a hello or other greeting.

“Lad, a man that can’t get it up at your age and profession is concerning. Maybe you should quit fucking all the wrong women and find the one you really want. I’m no fucking shrink but bloody hell, mate, this is not good for your psyche.” Our club medic scolds me yet again, and as always, I ignore every word and wait for him to retrieve the blue pills I’ve been living off of for months.

With a sigh, he walks to his cabinet and unlocks it.

I check my watch but listen to the slight tapping sound of the pills filling the bottle. When the sound stops at three, I snort.

“It’s the weekend. Double it.” Skull adds them, then slams his cabinet closed.

“This is not healthy, Nova.” He slams the pill bottle into my chest and grabs my shoulder so I can’t make my quick escape.

“Nothing I do is healthy. It’s part of my charm. Later,” I wrench myself out of his hold and try to make my exit without seeing anyone else in the club.

No such luck.

“A word, Nova.” Shit.

I turn to look at Seer, who’s standing in front of his office door with his arms crossed. I think about running for two seconds and then growl.

When did I become such a coward?

I follow him inside and close the door. I lean against it and wait for him to sit behind his desk.

“Take a seat.” I shake my head.

“Can’t Prez, I have back-to-back clients tonight.” I glance at my watch for the hundredth time.

“You planning on fucking for money the rest of your life?” Ouch.

It’s unlike him to be cruel or judgmental. Everyone knew my chosen profession. They’ve never batted an eye. I opened the brothel and started the escort app, all with their blessing, so why is he coming at me like this now?

I narrow my eyes at him.

“You have a premonition of me?” He curtly nods, and suddenly, I need to take that seat he offered.

I lower myself slowly and lean forward onto my thighs. I clasp my hands and rub them together aggressively. Whatever he’s about to tell me can’t be good. He only shares what he sees with us if they are life-altering.

“You’re going to get married.” I arch an eyebrow at that.

“Okay?” I always wanted to, so that’s not a huge stretch.

“She’s not going to want to commit if you continue to work.” Ah, I see now.

I nod and stand.

“Thanks for the heads-up. If and when this mysterious wife of mine comes into play, then I’ll retire.” I turn and open the door.

“Simone is coming for you.” Ice slitters down my spine.

“Who did you say?” Hope at the name I think I heard him say freezes me.

“Simone.” I close my eyes, and for the first time in six months, I can take a deep breath.

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