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He takes my hand. “Will you end her so we can go? I’m done with this shit for good.”
I nod. “I have an idea.”
Striding over to his mother’s side, I raise the bat, bringing it down on her stomach, then her chest. She coughs and heaves, but I have to stop myself, my plan will make her suffer so much more.
He must’ve known exactly what I had in mind because as I turn around, he’s holding a black zippo, a tired grin on his lips. “Light it up, little demon.”
Chapter Twenty-three
Colt
There’s something about getting rid of dead weight that makes you feel lighter.
Since killing my parents a week ago, I feel better, like the past no longer has a hold on me.
Even though she didn’t need to, Nova proved herself that night. She’s an avenging angel, shrouded in darkness reserved only for me.
I’ve never had anyone in my corner. I’ve had to fight and kill for everything I have. To be on the receiving end of her love and loyalty, it’s more than anything I could’ve asked for. She gives it to me willingly and I’ll never take it for granted.
I pull up to the bar, parking my truck next to her car. Heading inside, she’s laughing with an old timer, I think I’ve heard her call him Joe.
She glances up, her laughter shifting into a soft smile. I feel like a fucking king when she looks at me that way. She only needs to say the word and I’d fall to my knees before her or burn everything around us to ash.
Whatever she’s in the mood for.
She walks around the bar, coming to meet me as I reach her. “Hey.”
Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, I pull her into my chest, kissing the top of her head. “Hey, baby.”
“You staying for a while or heading home?”
“I’m staying.” I smirk. “And I’ll imagine everything I’m going to do to you when I get you home.”
She swats my chest. “Go to your table.”
“What if I want to sit at the bar?”
She shakes her head. “No. You’ll distract me.”
Kissing her soundly, I swat her ass before I go and take my seat in my usual spot. Pulling out my phone, I check my messages, looking for anything that will point me in the direction of a rat within my organization. I still don’t know if I believe what Junior told me. He’s his father’s son and that alone makes me doubtful. But his lack of anger or hostility blindsided me.
Something isn’t right.
A cold beer appears on the table in front of me and I look up to see my girl. “Here you go, Daddy. How’s our boy?”
Taking a swig, the cool liquid feels good sliding down my throat. “He was hanging upside down on the swing when I left.”
She giggles. “You didn’t take a picture?”
“Check your phone.” She pulls her phone from her back pocket, laughing at the picture I sent her.
I never saw myself having a raccoon, but if it makes Nova happy, I’ll get her as many as she wants. Besides, the little fucker is entertaining. But those noises he makes; some of that shit sounds creepy as hell in the middle of the night.
Glancing past her, I catch Lacey staring at us with a frown. She’s never been a fan of mine, but I find her expression odd. Nova catches my gaze, looking behind her to see what caught my attention. As soon as Lacey sees her, she puts on a fake smile.
Oh well. Fuck her.
Nova turns her attention back to me. “We’re dead tonight. Want me to see if I can leave early?”