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Taking me to the bedroom, his dick still pulsing inside me, he drops onto the bed so I’m on top and grins. “Show me what you got, princess.”

Challenge accepted.

CHAPTER 13

Hendrix

My woman. My fucking woman. She’s a masterpiece in heart, mind, and spirit. She’s strong, fierce, and loyal to degrees I never understood until now. She’s expressed her desire to help me, to be there while I heal from past scars, but until last night, throughout the night really, I hadn’t realized just how therapeutic she is for me.

Until today, I’d woken up with dread settling in my chest. Afraid and angry about my actions in war, the nightmares that have followed, and the shame that resides inside my soul.

Sure, therapy has been helping; I’m seeing my actions for what they truly are. However, with MiaBella at my side, I’ve felt the shift in my head and heart. I’ve felt the healing in my body as I slowly learn to accept the past for what it is.

The past.

I no longer need to suffer for my transgressions, even if they were accidental and unintentional.

I’m not only moving forward into a future that offers me peace, but I’m also looking forward to the future and planning it with Mia. I notice the hope and relief in her eyes every time Imention something I want to do. Even if it’s just planning to see my parents or sister.

“You focused, man?” Bishop asks from beside me as Saint approaches.

“Yeah, just having revelations.”

Bish cocks his head in confusion but doesn’t comment.

“What’s the plan?” Saint asks as we lean against Bishop’s truck. Mia has mine so she could do things with my mom today. She needs to have some control while she’s here.

Retrieving the folded picture of Jeff Gold that I snagged from Holden when he hacked the DMV to get a clearer image of the man, I hand it over to Saint. “He’s the target. Thinks he can harass Mia. Leaves images of her in her car, at her job, and recently taped to my apartment door. He needs to learn some manners.”

Saint cracks his knuckles. There’s a particular rage that this giant human reserves for men who harass women. Given Lake’s most recent breakdown and refusal to leave the house or even see him, the one person she has always considered her safe space, he’s filled with fury.

“I’d like to get my hands on him, Saint.” Meeting his black eyes, I wait for the frenzy to clear before he nods.

Mr. Jeff Gold works in an accounting office in Mobile, Alabama. Bishop enters the building first, while Saint begins his walk around the ten-story structure. I wait out front until receiving a text from Bish that Jeff is in the office and not currently in an appointment.

Two security guards share a look before one shakes his head, deciding that approaching me is a bad idea, while I make my way to my friend at the elevators. As the doors open, two men and a woman halt briefly, giving us a hesitant look before stepping off and allowing us entry.

“It’s like they haven’t seen large men before.” Bishop rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“As long as they stay the fuck out of my way, I don’t give a shit.”

We stride down the hall, leading into a bullpen of cubicles, where little men with no lives sit, typing away, before I spot Jeff in a back corner office.

He’s taking a call, a pinched expression on his face when he realizes there’s complete silence beyond his open door. Popping his head up, he looks around until he spots me and Bishop storming his way. His face pales, and the phone drops from between his ear and shoulder. He slowly stands, stepping back as his chair rolls to the side, before realizing he can shut the door and tries to beat me to it.

“I don’t think so, little man,” I growl, my anger reaching a boiling point now that he’s within reach.

Grabbing his collar, I lift him off the ground and bash him into the bookshelf against one wall. There’s a cracking sound, and he whimpers as Bishop closes the door, locking it and shutting the shades in the room. Leaving us completely alone.

“W-who are you?” He shakes in my hold, his feet dangling a good foot off the ground.

Smirking, the predator in me takes immense pleasure in the fear rolling off him. “I’m MiaBella Dion’s man.” If possible, he pales further, and the stench of nervous sweat pours out of him. “She’s being harassed, and it all leads back to you.” Slamming him against the shelf, his head cracks off a book. “I’m here to make it stop.”

He swallows and looks to Bishop, a plea in his eyes.

“I’m only here to keep security away.He’syour master now.”

Tears spill from the man’s eyes at the realization of how screwed he is.

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