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Devil

My little demon is curious.

I didn’t miss her breath hitching when she caught my gaze at the bar. I remind her of someone.

Someone she cared about.

She wants to know why they call me Devil. She’s not ready for the answer. If I reveal too much too soon, she may run. Even though I’d enjoy the thrill of the chase, I’d rather it be a game and not from revulsion.

She surprised me when I killed the motherfucker who attempted to rape her. She wasn’t disgusted or scared. Relief filled her beautiful chocolate eyes as she jumped to her feet, daring to move closer. Her gratitude revived the long dead organ in my chest.

She’s the only reason I’m still breathing. Every time I see her, she brings me back to life. One of the many reasons, I’m always there, waiting and watching.

Nova Bradley came crashing into my life unexpectedly two years ago and I’ll never let her go. She was a beautiful teenager, but she’s grown into a gorgeous woman filled with darkness and fury.

Her body is exquisite and I long to explore every inch of it. She’s short, about five foot four with long black hair. Her full chest and plump ass would easily bring any man to their knees, and that’s where I come in.

She’s mine.

She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve killed for her multiple times, and I’ll continue to take the life of any man who gets close to her.

A guy smacked her on the ass a couple of months ago and I snapped. I followed him home, and no surprise, he lived alone. After hours of no activity, I slipped into his house, slitting his throat while he slept. He deserved worse, but I was pressed for time.

No one touches my girl and lives with the memory. In reality, no one touches Nova and lives, period.

A knock on my office door snaps my attention back to the present.

“Yeah?” I shout and the door swings open.

“We have a problem.” Max rushes in, his chest heaving.

“What is it?” I stand from the desk.

“The shipment was highjacked and both our guys are dead.”

My stomach drops. That shipment was our largest to date and now it’s fucking gone.

“What the fuck happened?” I bellow and he takes a step back.

“No one is talking. All we know is the truck is gone and our boys’ bodies were found on the side of the road.” His head hangs, unable to meet my eyes.

Max was part of the gang when I came in. He wasn’t happy with the way it was ran and became my second in command when I killed everyone who challenged me, turning it into the enterprise it is now. He’s loyal and someone I’ve come to depend on.

Lennox and Carson were good guys.

We haven’t lost anyone since the takeover a year ago and it’s hitting Max hard. His sorrow thickens the air around us and I must admit, it fucking hurts me too. These are my men and the fact someone thought they could kill them and steal my shit…

“Max, look at me.” He raises his head, his eyes haunted. “Trust in me now as you always have, brother. We’ll find out who did this. They will pay.”

He nods.

“Now, we have to put aside how we feel for the time being and find out who the fuck did this. I have connections all over this country. Someone knows something.”

“What do you want me to do?” He asks, his normal cold expression returning.

“I’m going to contact Lennox and Carson’s families. I’ll handle the funeral arrangements. I need you to find out what happened. No phone calls. Go to their fucking houses if you have to. If they aren’t forthcoming, tell them I’ll drop by.”

His eyes widen. He knows if I have to handle this myself, there will be bloodshed. “I’m on it, boss.”

The door clicks as Max leaves my office and I take a seat behind my desk. My men come from families who are no stranger to this life, they lived it themselves. They know the risks. But dread still sits heavily in my chest. No one wants to tell a mother their child is gone.

Much less two.

Sitting back in the chair, I close my eyes, my face pointed towards the ceiling. Their families will be devastated. Nothing will take away their pain. Running my hands through my hair, I sigh, standing and grabbing my keys.

Locking up my office, I exit the building, and head towards my truck. The engine roars and I leave the parking lot, driving slower than normal.

I’m in no hurry to break hearts today.