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“S.. shit! Kace!”

“You got my name right, good girl. Come, Nadia.” I demand just as I draw my hips back and slam into her. Hurtling her over the edge and ripping a scream from her lush lips.

We both lay in silence, trying to come down from the highs we’re floating in—something I’ve not truly experienced before meeting her. She’s nestled up against my chest, motionless as not to aggravate my pissed off ribs, my arm draped over her to keep her close. While I was out on the supply run, the other day, I picked up something that everyone else may see as odd—hell, she will too. But, it stuck out. The thought of it has been burning a hole through me since I tossed it into the nightstand on my side of the bed.

It’s all I can think about at this very moment. Other than her naked body pressed so intimately to mine.

Withholding my groan, I untangle from her. She doesn’t say anything, only grabs a pillow to replace me with. Her arms curl around the plush item, the side of her face pressing into it evenas her silver eyes follow my every move. Scooting to the edge of the bed, my feet hit the floor gently as I lean over to the night stand and slide the drawer open. What I need is sitting right there, glaring at me in its crimson color.

Pulling it out, I peel the paper wrapper off of it then throw the trash to the side. The blankets and sheets shift when she starts to move—nosy thing. Focused on what I’m doing, I unravel a bit of the string and I’m about done when she sits behind me, both of her legs on either side of my hips. Arms wrapping easily around my sides, delicate and mindful. The warmth of her bare tits press against my chilled back in the way she holds me.

“What do you have there?”

“String.”

She’s quiet for a moment then speaks up again.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What for?”

Never pegged her for a woman who liked over the top and grandiose displays of affection. So, when I saw this at the store, I knew that it would be just enough for her. Small in its appearance and show, enormous in its meaning.

“What do you know about the red string theory?”

“Mmm, not much. Something about connecting two people despite space and time. Why?”

“Not too far off. It’s more about destiny. It’s said that there’s an invisible red string that connects people who belong together. It doesn't matter the time, place, or the circumstances, they will always be connected. The string will never break but it may stretch and sometimes knot, but never sever.”

“Kinda pretty, if you think about it. Explains the color.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. When I saw it, I knew I had to bring it back to you.”

Reaching for her left hand, I gently begin to tie a small piece of it around her pinky finger. Winding it around a couple timesfirst, then finishing it off with a small bow. It’s a stark contrast to the tone of her skin, almost giving her a slight bit of color.

“You’re my fate, Nadia.” I say, throwing the rest of it to the side, then I bring her hand up to my mouth to kiss that little bow.

“You think so?”

“Nope. I know so.”

“How’s that?”

“Because my heart calls to yours. It has been since the day I first saw you. New, wet behind the ears. Only needing to establish yourself as someone who wouldn’t be fucked with. I could see the way you held a little bit of fear in your eyes but when you looked at me…”

“When I looked at you?”

She prompts, and I don’t know how the hell to say it without the knot in my throat tightening anymore than it already has.

“… I saw a girl who found her home.”

Chapter forty-eight

Havok

Would telling someone that I’m ‘walking on cloud nine’ be too much for this day? Or at all? I’m still in a lot of fucking pain but the only way I can keep a clear head at the moment is to avoid my pain pills. Makes me a grumpy shit, unfortunately, but my girls can handle it. This day is going to be a long one, once it’s all said and done, though, we can all look back on this bullshit and choose to never remember it.

Nadia left for the hospital about an hour ago, wanting to swap out with Babel again. He sent me a text around eight this morning letting me know the Doc had come to visit and would be releasing Sadie in a few hours. Problem was, he wouldn’t release her to Babel since there wasn’t any relation between them—despite him being an adult. How the fuck Nadia is going to prove to the staff she’s her biological mom, I don’t know. I’ll leave that to her instead of trying to wrap my head around shit that is well above my pay grade.

I’ll swing by the hospital as soon as I’m done dropping her piece of shit brother off with the transport. Due to the nature of Matias sending aid to Nadia a few days ago, they’re spooked and have established a new rendezvous point. Luckily it is on the way but it veers off of the beaten path since Babel was kind enough to stuff Lucien in a man hole and chain him far away from anyone he could hurt. Ironic if you ask me. Left in a dark wet place, no light, no help, just cold concrete and loneliness. Not the worst thing that’s going to happen to him, I’m sure. From the stories I have been told about Carnifex, what I have done to him so far is going to be child’s play. So, a night in the sewers is likely nothing compared to what’s about to happen.

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